The scream echoed through the office like a dry whip crack, cutting through the air and freezing every keyboard, every breath, every fixed gaze into a scene that nobody would ever forget.
“Get out of my sight, you wretch,” spat the voice full of contempt, making even those who pretended not to listen tremble as the silence became unbearable.
Cuaresta employees stopped working at the same time, observing how Jυliáп Meпa, regional manager, publicly humiliated a woman in front of everyone.
Isabel Fuentes stood next to the auxiliary desk, wearing a worn black blazer and shoes that she had seen better days.
Her cheeks burned with shame while looks of pity and mockery pierced her like invisible but profoundly sharp knives.
“People like you shouldn’t set foot in the lobby of this building,” Julia said with a cruel smile that chilled her blood.
“Altavista is a serious company, or a refuge for failures,” he added, enjoying every second of his power in front of a seemingly defenseless woman.
Eпtoпces ocυrrió lo impпsable, ese iпstaпte eп qυe el abЅso cerruza upa líпea iпvisible y se coпvierte eп algo irreparable.
Julia walked towards the water dispenser, took a cleaning bucket next to the photocopier and carried it slowly.
The sound of the falling water seemed amplified by fear, while the ethereal office remained submerged in a deadly silence.
Everyone knew that something terrible was about to happen, but no one dared to intervene, paralyzed by the position and the terror.
“Let’s see if this helps you understand your place in this world,” Julia whispered with a sadistic smile.
Without warning, he dumped the entire bucket of ice water on Isabel, soaking her from head to toe.
The water pierced her clothes, her hair stuck to her face and her shoes were torn off, forcing her to struggle to stay upright.
