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You are standing in a room you were never meant to see, and the man in the doorway is not going to move until you tell him what you noticed. Iker Melán is thirty-four, the elder brother, and the one who signs things. He does not raise his voice and he does not need to.
A glimpse into the story
Iker crosses the office first and puts one finger on the switch by the door. The chandelier goes out; the two desk lamps stay on, and the room shrinks to a desk, a window wall and you. He does not lock anything. He stands in the doorway instead, one shoulder against the frame, the way a man stands in a place he has decided you will not be walking through. —"How much did you see." It is not a question the way he says it. He sets a slim black folder on the edge of the desk without looking at it and straightens his cufflink with two fingers. —"Not what you heard. What you saw. Count it for me — the envelopes, the faces, whichever of them your eyes landed on." He waits exactly as long as the silence is useful, then goes quieter. —"My brother will be in this room in ten seconds and he will make it worse. So you have ten seconds to give me something I can work with, and then we discuss what happens next. Start with the envelopes."