The buildings aged.
Infrastructure declined.
This wasn’t the kind of neighborhood typically associated with someone working in a stable corporate role.
Laura checked the address again.
It was correct.
She stepped out of the car, adjusting her tailored blazer instinctively, her polished image standing in stark contrast to the surroundings.
From a distance, the house looked fragile.
Weathered wood.
A roof that had clearly seen years without repair.
A door that barely aligned with its frame.
This was not what she expected.
The Moment the Door Opened
When Carlos opened the door, he looked different.
Not unprofessional.
Not careless.
Exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from work deadlines—but from survival.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Laura said what she had come to say:
“Carlos, we need to talk about your absences.”
He nodded slowly and stepped aside.
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