Not one.
Two.
Elena’s and Ricardo’s.
Whispers spread through the ballroom.
Ricardo felt panic creeping into his chest.
“Elena, stop this.”
She ignored him.
“For years, people asked how Ricardo Molina built one of Spain’s most successful companies.”
Another slide appeared.
This one showed the original investment documents.
The first funding.
The capital that launched everything.
The audience leaned forward.
Elena smiled.
“Most people assumed the money came from Ricardo.”
She paused.
