Level Zero Love

insulting precision: her carelessly tied hair, the gray suit she'd been told was "neutral," and th

windows, no distractions. Just beige carpet, opaque walls, and an air conditioner that made it impossible to dist

rated from the shadows, offering "reputation management" at the highest levels. Translated: they cleaned up messes, erased traces, protected those who could p

e, a man with a pale face and dark circles under

zero. From now on, you remember

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s no tur

around work; she had no ties outside the corporation or a defined personal life. Her past was marked by sacrifice and discipline, with no ro

a biometric pass, a code, and a command: "Never talk about

at the type of work. There were no murmurs or coffee breaks. Only efficiency. Lucía observed those around her: men and women with neutr

itor, her first

: confidential. Objective: remove

she thought. Bu

e, justifiable, "normal." The traces of harm had to be erased, the guilt diluted. The process was methodical: analyzing the recordings, detect

she saw for the first time the man from the internal compliance floor: tall, in a dark suit, walking with a folder under his arm and a heavy gaze. His eyes met hers for le

d no "outside," no family or friends that mattered; his life was reduced to work and survival within a system he knew

. His mere presence was enough to keep the employees standing tall, barely blinking. Behi

his post, a new no

on without express autho

slipping away like a thick liquid, shapeless, rhythmless. The lack of reference points disoriented her. Even the passing

elevators. The same elevator that had brought her that morning took her back to the ground floor. The silence was as thick as the on

behind with the promise of starting over. But this... this wasn't a new beginning. It was a systematic erasure. There was a cruel neatnes

A suspicion, a feeling. As if by signing that contract, she'd given away something much more than privacy. The image of Bruno

tebook. The only thing she kept from her

here everything feels real

the light. Sh

ay, the system