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That night, Mauricio tried calling my office.
He found out something else.
He wasn’t listed as an executive anymore.
Because that morning, I had already removed him from the company payroll.
His company car?
Repossessed.
His phone plan?
Cancelled.
His assistant?
Gone.
By midnight, Mauricio Ríos — the man who had lived like a millionaire for ten years — was sitting in the back of a taxi with his pregnant mistress… trying to figure out which cheap hotel would accept cash.
And I watched everything unfold.
Because I still had one last surprise waiting.
The next morning, Mauricio woke up thinking things couldn’t get worse.
Then his phone rang.
It was the bank.
And what they told him next made his face turn completely pale…
