Chapter 92

Catalina’s pov The night felt colder than I had anticipated, but it did the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and stays there forever. It was quieter than usual in Santiago's office. Too silent. The silence conveys the imminent threat. He had already begun to wait. There was no greeting or smile. His piercing gaze appeared as if it could cut through any material. "Take a seat." He spoke softly. imposing. I did, being cautious not to display my nervousness. This meeting held a lot of importance for me. This meeting was significant not only for my family but also for myself. He folded his hands and said, "So." "You're looking for safety. Strength. I gave a nod. "I'm not requesting alms." He grinned. "All right. Charity is for the weak. I bent over. "Then let's discuss business." The room seemed to shrink for a moment. Every word I spoke had the power to influence the outcome. Every pause was an opportunity for him to determine whether I was a pawn or someone he could trust. "There