“Driver supervisor. Full-time. Benefits. Immediate start,” she said, placing it in his hands. “Higher salary than the position you applied for.”
Miguel stared at the paper.
The numbers didn’t feel real.
Neither did the moment.
“You’re serious?” he asked.
Valéria held his gaze.
“Completely.”
His fingers tightened slightly around the contract.
“For helping you out of the mud?”
She shook her head.
“No,” she said softly. “For proving that when things get difficult… you don’t walk away.”
