Miguel’s chest tightened.
“Look,” he said, a bit more guarded now, “I appreciate the ride, but I’m not really the kind of guy your company is looking for.”
Valéria’s gaze sharpened.
“No,” she said. “You’re exactly the kind of man I’m looking for.”
The vehicle came to a stop.
She turned fully toward him now.
“I can teach systems. I can train skills. But I cannot teach character. And today, in the worst conditions, when it cost you something real… you showed me yours.”
Miguel felt something shift inside him.
Not hope.
Not yet.
