an industrial engineering company that worked with aerospace manufacturers in Querétaro.
My father drove an eleven-year-old car.
He wore discounted shirts.
He never displayed money.
And he could hire ten attorneys before breakfast if he ever needed to.
He simply believed wealth did not need an audience.
Patricia spoke again.
“You need to start immediately.”
“How?”
“Train her to ask for your permission.”
Silence.
Then Rodrigo said:
“That won’t be difficult.”
Tears filled my eyes.
But I didn’t cry.
I couldn’t risk making a sound.
My phone was still recording.