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"My client agrees to meet in front of an empty warehouse next to his wife's company, in the industrial park..."

"No way," Maria cuts him off sharply, "no isolated places, my client agrees to see him in a public place where she can feel comfortable and protected from such an animal," she lets out unable to contain herself.

"And what place is that?" the lawyer asks.

Maria hadn't even considered it, but searches in her head for places that might be most crowded outdoors and says the first one that comes to mind.

"A children's park."

"Fine, choose one, send me the location and we'll see you there tomorrow."

"Agreed."

"That's it?" Trinidad asks when Maria hangs up, standing and crossing her arms over her chest in a clear defensive gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by Maria.

"Yes, that's it," the lawyer responds hugging her. "Do you want to come to my house tonight?"

"Better at mine, there's more security," Trinidad concludes.