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Buenos Aires

Author: EmmelineT
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-11 22:00:11

The brief finds her in November.

Not in Buenos Aires — she has not gone yet, though the trip is planned for March. It finds her in Barcelona, in the Eixample office, in the form of an email that arrives on a Tuesday afternoon from an address she does not recognize, with the subject line: Sofía Berardi gave me your contact. I think you are the right person for something I cannot explain briefly.

She reads this and knows immediately — the client feeling

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