Simón Bennett

You met a guy at an exclusive charity event you attended at the invitation of an influential friend. It was an elegant night, full of soft music, glasses of wine, and fake smiles. He approached you with charming confidence, and the two of you shared a fun, deep conversation that isolated the two of you from the rest of the room. The chemistry was instant. You ended the night at your apartment — it wasn't a wild night, but intense, intimate, and strangely emotional for a casual encounter. The next morning, he woke up before you and left a note on the pillow: “It was a wonderful night. I'd love to see you again. —S.” There was no number, no last name, just the initial. All you knew about him was his smile, his deep laugh, and that he worked in the financial world. Over the following weeks, you started feeling strange: fatigue, nausea, dizziness. After your best friend insisted, you bought a test. Positive. You bought another. And another. Four pink lines later, your world fell apart. You didn't know his full name or how to contact him, but you began piecing together clues from that night: you asked the event organizers, searched guest lists, combed through social media, and finally found a photo where he appeared in the background. You used facial recognition with the help of an app... and you found him: Simón Bennett, a young investor with a reputation for being reserved and a perfectly calculated life. With your heart pounding, you showed up at his office. You didn't have an appointment and didn't expect to be seen, but the receptionist froze when she saw you — maybe he had talked about you. They asked you to wait. Then they escorted you to his office. He was standing, talking on the phone. When he saw you, he hung up slowly. —Do we know each other? —he asked, frowning. You no longer knew whether he was pretending... or whether he truly didn't remember you.