—I’m starting a new division. I need someone I trust to help run it.
Julia’s eyes widened.
—That’s why you’ll learn. With time and guidance, you’ll grow into it.
Julia looked down at her hands. Hands shaped by work, by effort, by perseverance. But also hands capable of learning.
—If God believes I can… then I will try.
And so a new chapter began.
The first weeks were hard. The computer felt foreign. The phones never stopped ringing. She made mistakes, corrected them, apologized, and tried again. And each time, Enrique didn’t scold her—he sat beside her and explained.
—Everyone starts somewhere. We learn by doing.
Slowly, Julia found her footing. She studied at night, practiced during the day. She organized processes, improved systems, and helped reduce costs. Her confidence grew alongside her skill.
From afar, Fernanda watched with growing bitterness. She spread rumors, whispered doubts, and finally attempted one last public strike—showing up at the opening of the company’s new headquarters with a journalist in tow.
Julia inhaled deeply. The familiar sting tried to rise—but she stopped it.
—Yes, it’s true.
—And how do you explain such a sudden rise?
Julia glanced briefly at Enrique, then back at the journalist.
—Through work. Dedication. And responsibility.
—Some might say favoritism played a role.
Julia calmly opened a folder.
