Sebastián stood there, rain pouring over him, the realization of his negligence crashing down like the storm itself. The betrayal by Javier stung, but the sight of his parents—homeless, dignity stripped—was unbearable. In that moment, his polished life felt like a hollow shell, and the years spent building his empire seemed pointless when faced with his family’s plight.
He turned to the bank officials, his instincts as a businessman kicking in, but now fueled by a son’s desperate urgency. “This stops now,” he said, his voice decisive and unyielding. “You won’t touch another piece of furniture, not a single box.”
Sebastián reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, the rainwater dripping from its edges. He called his lawyer, a top-tier professional known for handling complex international deals. But now, the stakes were deeply personal. “I need you to halt a repossession,” he commanded. “I don’t care what it costs. Get it done.”
