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Álex Panelas, a young Galician journalist who lives badly in Madrid, hired by an ultra-left digital magazine, receives threats from a Venezuelan millionaire after publishing an article in favor of the Chavista regime. The lady seduces her to escape her work miseries with an inalienable deal, five thousand euros a month and a luxury apartment in Seville, in exchange for befriending Dan, a businessman in her thirties. No more. No hurries. With the sole condition of not asking for explanations. The challenge opens a thousand bright doors to the Galician, although he soon understands the destructive force of revenge that this challenge hides: a battle between families that has its roots in New York in the eighties. Even blindly participating in the plot, he has just found an explosive plot to build his first novel, with two plot lines: the perverse past of the person who hired him and the blackmail he must face as the Venezuelan goes up the ante. And no one can take that opportunity away from those who doubted their ability to be born as a writer, to create fiction; an enthusiastic Alex who takes the opportunity to immerse himself in writing techniques and thus structure a story full of fringes and blind spots, without knowing to what extent he is going to become the dramatic epicenter of his own narration.