“Yes, Ivan,” I said, picking up the false folder. “Show me everything. Especially how you plan to sell a house that was never yours.”Iván did not go down another step.Renata turned to him, confused. “Do you know her?”He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.I held the fake folder aloft. “Are you going to explain to me, Mr. Notary, how you managed to get Daniela Castañeda to sign an authorization while she was on a flight to Monterrey?”Renata stiffened. “Daniela?”I took off my sunglasses. Then I dropped my bag on the table. “Nice to meet you, Renata. I am the owner.The juice cup slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor.Iván ran downstairs. “Daniela, listen to me.”

Renata clutched her robe as if it suddenly burned her. “You said they were separated.”I looked at her. “Did he also tell you that you could wear my mother’s dressing gown?”turned red. “I didn’t know.”You didn’t know it was mine. But you did know that there was a wife.”Renata lowered her eyes.Iván tried to touch my arm. I stepped aside. “Don’t touch me.”He looked at my cell phone on the table. For the first time he understood. The recorder was still on.”Why? Don’t you want on record how you planned to sell my house with false documents?””They are not false.”I laughed. A cold laugh. “Ivan, I’ve signed with a blue pen for fifteen years. That authorization is in black ink. My signature has a different inclination. And you made a bigger mistake.”
I showed him the sheet. “You put my full name without my mother’s second surname. I never omit it in patrimonial documents.”