Chapter113: The Flowers Don't Smell Bad

In the local café, Sabrina, Diego, and Guilherme sat at a table in the back, away from the main flow of activity. The small wooden table was filled with coffee cups and scattered papers, a reflection of the intense discussion they had been having for the last few minutes. Sabrina looked at the two men across from her, her face marked by concern. Diego, with a tense expression, was stirring his coffee without actually drinking it, while Guilherme kept his eyes fixed on the documents in front of him, his demeanor serious and introspective. "This dangerous game we've started isn't going to end well for any of us," Sabrina said, her voice low but filled with emotion. "We're all at the mercy of forces we can't control." Diego lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting Guilherme's before he spoke. "We know we're dealing with powerful people who have their own interests. But what worries me is that we're not seeing all the pieces of this puzzle," Diego commented, his voice deep, reflecting the tension