Chapter 7 - The Meeting
The restaurant was empty, bought out entirely by Leonor for our meeting.
I wore a loose maternity dress, hiding the small recording device taped beneath my collar.
Leonor sat opposite me, sipping champagne. Rodrigo stood by the window like a bodyguard.
“I knew you were just a stray dog looking for a bone,” Leonor smirked, sliding a cheque across the table.
I didn't touch it.
“Before I sign the non-disclosure agreement, I want guarantees,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
“Guarantees for what?” Rodrigo scoffed.
“That you won't touch my baby. Or Sofia.”
Leonor rolled her eyes. “Sofia was a necessary casualty to wake Elias up.”
“You loosened the bolts on your own granddaughter’s playground?” I asked, feigning shock.
Rodrigo stepped forward, laughing darkly.
“I loosened them. And if you don't take this cheque and vanish to Europe, the next accident won't be a broken wrist.”
My heart pounded, but I had what I needed.
“So it was all you two,” I said. “The fake photos. The tampered medical files. The playground.”
“And it will be much worse if you stay,” Leonor smiled. “Now sign.”
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“She won't be signing anything.”
The heavy mahogany doors flew open.
