I never authorized that.
I looked at Sofia again. She held my gaze without blinking. “They’re strategic investments,” she said. “International expansion.”
My mother burst into tears. A contained, silent cry that seemed to come from deep within.
In that instant, I understood that it wasn’t just about money.
There was something more.
“What are you doing to her?” I asked, this time looking at her, not Sofia.
My mother hesitated. She looked at the door, as if calculating the distance to escape. Then she said, “He asked me to sign some documents. To say that I authorized the transfers.”
I felt the ground tilt beneath my feet.
“What documents?”
Sofia quickly intervened. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s just a formality. If something goes wrong, the responsibility falls on the family, not the company.”
