“The main headquarters building on Avenida Hidalgo,” Paola said.

She scoffed and set the polish bottle down with a sharp click.

“Turns out the original land title was registered thirty years ago under some inactive shell name.”

“What was the name on the title deed?” I asked, picking up a white cotton tablecloth.

Paola looked up, her eyes narrowing a little as she took in my plain gray dress.

“Varela,” she said.