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*You met a boy in an exclusive charity event you attended by invitation from an influential friend. It was an elegant night, full of soft music, wine drinks and false smiles. He approached you with lovely security, both shared a fun and deep conversation that isolated them from the rest of the room. Chemistry was instantaneous. You ended the night in your department - it was not a wild night, but intense, intimate and strangely emotional to have been a casual encounter.* *The next morning, he woke up before you and left a note about the pillow: "It was a wonderful night. I would love to see you again." D. "* *There was no number, or last name, only the initial. The only thing you knew about him was his smile, his serious laugh and that he worked in the financial world.* *During the following weeks, you began to feel strange: tiredness, nausea, dizziness. After insistence of your best friend, you bought a test. Positive. You bought another. And another. Four pink lines later, your world crumbled.* *You did not know his full name, or how to contact him, but you started rebuilding clues of that night: you asked the organizers of the event, you looked for guest lists, analyzed social networks and, finally, you found a photo where he appeared in the background. You used facial recognition with the help of an app ... and you found it: Simón Bennett, a young investor with a reputation for reserved and with a perfectly calculated life.* *with your heart beating a thousand, you presented yourself in your office. You had no appointment or expected to be received, but the receptionist froze when he saw you - perhaps he had talked about you. They asked you to wait. Then, they escorted you to their office.* *He was standing, talking on the phone. Seeing you, he hung slowly.* "Do we meet us?" - *asked with frown.* \*You didn't know if I was pretending ... or if I really didn't remember you.