The manager laughed at her worn clothes, convinced she was nobody. He didn’t know she was the millionaire behind the company. “Get out of my sight, you beggar.”

It didn’t exist.

No contract. No verification. No authorization.

Even stranger—her temporary access badge allowed entry to restricted floors.

Then came another moment.

Julián sent Isabel to deliver documents to the 25th floor, expecting her to get lost. She returned too quickly.

“I used the executive elevator,” she said.

Julián stiffened. Entry-level staff didn’t know that elevator.

Rosa overheard. Pieces began to align.

The Discovery

That night, Isabel returned home exhausted—but resolved. She called a number only five people knew.

“Alejandro, arrange an emergency executive meeting for Monday. All regional managers.”

A pause.

“And it’s time they meet their real boss.”

Over the weekend, Luis investigated further.