That dignity enraged him.

“Get out of my sight, you pathetic beggar.”

But words weren’t enough. He wanted a spectacle.

The bucket followed.

After the Water

Camila ran for towels, crying. Rosa stood frozen, fists clenched. Luis arrived just in time to see Isabel drenched, shaking.

“I’m so sorry,” Camila whispered.

“It’s not your fault,” Isabel said quietly.

Julián returned to his office satisfied.

For Isabel, the humiliation was confirmation. Her company was rotting from within.

The days that followed were calculated torment.

Julián turned Isabel into his favorite target—ordering her to clean messes he made, reprint documents for imaginary errors, mocking her constantly.

“Did you bring an umbrella today?”
“Hey, flood, come here.”

The office watched in silence.

Camila wanted to intervene, but one veiled threat from Julián ended that. Rosa documented everything—dates, times, photos.

Luis couldn’t sleep. Something was deeply wrong.

He checked Isabel’s employee file.