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Six months later, the Salgado towers were still standing.
Stronger.
Cleaner.
Most feared.
Farid Nassar was convicted of transnational fraud, criminal conspiracy, kidnapping, corporate manipulation and aggravated murder in connection with sabotage ten years ago.
Khalil and Amar were not innocent.
But it wasn't the brains either.
Both lost access to trusts, positions and prestige. They were elegantly banished from the board, which is sometimes a worse sentence than prison for men born to be seen.
The press remained obsessed with a single question:
Who really was Zafir Alsaba?
But the answer never belonged to them.
Because some truths are not revealed to the crowd.
They are reserved for whoever wins them.
EPILOGUE
The house on the coast did not appear in any magazine.
It wasn't the biggest.
Not the most luxurious.
Not the most photographable.
And precisely for that reason, Amira loved her.
It had clear walls, windows open to the sea and a terrace where the wind smelled of salt and something resembling peace.
Not perfect peace.
Not naive peace.
Peace won.
It was night when Amira came out barefoot with a glass of wine in her hand.
He found Zafir leaning on the railing, watching the dark waves.
He no longer wore a mask.
Never again.
Not even in public.
Not even in private.
Not even with her.
He approached in silence until he was next to her.
—What are you thinking about? —asked.
It took him a moment.
