“She has a binding lease default order from the state tribunal,” Alejandro said, stopping in front of her.

“She’s running a pathetic bluff to squeeze a cash settlement out of us before the Easter holiday,” Doña Victoria said, her eyes narrowing with cold venom.

“She thinks if she threatens your company, we’ll panic and write her a check.”

“What if the deeds are real?” Paola asked, tapping her acrylic nails against her knee in a quick, nervous rhythm.

“She’s renting a tiny terrace in Valle de Bravo for a few hours to put on a silly show,” Doña Victoria said, rising with regal poise.