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But then, something useful happened.

Vargas went pale. "I said Fast-track them ! Fast-track! "

"I did as you asked," she said proudly. "I realized the instruction was to discard them. 'Follatelos,' right? Screw them?"

One Tuesday, the company was in a crisis. A shipment of luxury goods was delayed, and a team of auditors was breathing down their necks. Vargas, stressed and walking to his car, tossed a folder onto Elena’s desk.