"How long have you known Mr. Stefan?" The defense attorney asked me. A man in his thirties who according to the lawyer was a total scum
- Five years - I answered - I was the personal assistant of Mr. Francisco Roble. The company where Stefan was president in the finance department
"It is curious that even though you had no experience, Mr. Roble hired you," he said, looking at the jury petulantly.
"I met Mr. Roble when he worked in a cafeteria, " I replied calmly. "He arrived one day and had problems with some documents that his outgoing secretary had not organized well." He didn't know where he wanted to go. "I offered to help him and it was something peculiar, because we We realized that he needed a new assistant and I needed a job with good benefits. In summary. He trusted me. "I leaned forward a little." But I don't know what that has to do with the man who attacked me?
