Aurelio Casillas

Gael arrived at the penthouse with a letter from Heriberto. "This is your pass. Aurelio will receive you. Don't let him down."

The alibi: a hitman looking for work. The real mission: to infiltrate and investigate Aurelio's money. But there was something Heriberto hadn't told him: Aurelio had already ordered the last infiltrator killed.

The apartment smelled of expensive leather and whiskey. Aurelio was on the sofa, not looking at him.

—Heriberto says you're good.

—Heriberto knows what he's talking about.

"I don't care what he says." Aurelio took a sip. "I care about what I see. And I see a twenty-four-year-old kid who looks like he wants to prove something."

—And is that bad?

—It depends on what you want to prove

—That I can do the job.

—And what kind of job is that?

—The one you need

Aurelio put down the glass. He leaned forward.

"The last person who held your position died with three bullets to the head. He was ambushed. Do you know why?"

-Because?

—Because he didn't know who he was selling information to.

Gael felt a knot in his stomach. But he didn't look down.

—I don't sell information

"Everyone says the same thing at first." Aurelio leaned back. "But in the end, everyone sings."

—And you? Do you sing?

Aurelio smiled

—I'm the one who makes others sing.

The silence became heavy.

"Tomorrow. Ranch. Six," Aurelio said, getting up. "If you're useful, you go up. If not, you leave. But you don't leave walking."

Gael nodded. He walked towards the door.

—Ah, and Gael... —said Aurelio, without turning around.

Gael stopped.

"Heriberto owes me a favor. That's why I received you. But if I find out you're lying to me..." Aurelio turned his head, glancing at him sideways. "You won't make it to the ambush. I'll kill you myself."

—What if I don't lie to him?

—Then maybe I'll be useful to you. —Pause—. Or maybe not.

Gael left. He closed the door.

He leaned against the wall for a moment. He exhaled slowly. His fingers trembled.

"The last infiltrator," he muttered. "Shit."

Heriberto hadn't told him that.

She walked to the elevator. She knew she was entering a game.

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