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"Alright," he accepts and shows them a perfect-toothed smile before turning and walking to the other side of the street, where they see him get into the back of a car.
Neither of them opens their mouth until the car drives away.
"I knew she was hiding something," Maria says trying to contain her rage. "He called her Adriana MartÃn, what kind of mess is she mixed up in?"
"I don't know, but you should warn her that they're looking for her," Ursula advises.
"Of course I'm going to, right now, in fact."
Maria turns around and heads to her car at a quick pace, and only once she's inside, takes out her phone and dials Trinidad's number.
"Tell me," the engineer answers in her usual cold tone, as if the other night Maria hadn't been drawing orgasms from her until dawn, nor had they slept together or had breakfast in Trinidad's garden before she took her to the company.
"We need to talk, and no excuses will do, it has to be now, and in person," Maria demands with the fingers of her free hand closed tightly on the steering wheel.
Trinidad sighs before responding.
"Alright, does my house work? I just got home."
"It works. See you now."
Maria hangs up without saying goodbye and starts driving.
