When we left the church, he turned to me to say something more, but his voice broke off abruptly. In front of the building, three black limousines were lined up in an immaculate row, gleaming against the gray sky.<\/p>\n
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Tom\u00e1s paled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are those men?\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The men stepped out of the vehicles: dark suits, professional bearing, each with perfectly coordinated movements. They weren\u2019t ordinary bodyguards or hired chauffeurs. They were the kind of personnel who only work for those who have the power to pay for their silence and loyalty.<\/p>\n
I approached him, placing a hand on his arm, as if we shared an intimate secret.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey work for me,\u201d I replied calmly.<\/p>\n
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