—She says that sisters who take care of themselves like that are a very rare gift in this world.
Julian rested his elbows on the table and interlaced his fingers, as if he were making an important decision.
—Elena —he finally said—, what I proposed to you a few minutes ago still stands.
The young woman looked down at the account folder.
For a moment he thought of Sofia.
He thought about the long nights of work.
He thought about the worn-out uniforms and Mrs. Herrera’s insults.
And he thought about his sister’s artistic dreams.
“What exactly would that job entail?” he asked cautiously.
Julian smiled slightly, appreciating his prudence.
“My mother lives in a large house near the sea,” she explained, “and she needs someone who can communicate with her daily, keep her company, and help her feel included in the world.”
Carmen nodded enthusiastically as she watched each word being translated.
“Furthermore,” continued Julian, “I want to create a program within my hotels so that employees can learn sign language.”
Elena looked up in surprise.
—In all of your hotels?
Julian nodded.
—I have thirty-two in different cities.
The news left Elena completely stunned.