“They’re part of the team my father left in my charge.”

He frowned.

“In your charge? Since when do you have… ‘team’?” he said, making air quotes with his hand.

“Since today,” I replied, making it clear that the situation had changed.

But Tomás couldn’t tolerate losing control.

“You can’t manage an inheritance like this. You don’t have the experience. Let me handle this,” he said, coming closer, trying to sound protective.

“The inheritance is mine,” I replied firmly. “And I don’t need you to manage anything anymore.”