CHAPTER 65

She turned away, thinking that he would enter his room, not the office. He enters by avoiding brushing against her, surprised by her attitude and finding her in there. He spotted a half-drunk glass on the desk and wrinkled his eyebrows. She rarely drank.

He sighed, heading for the small bar in the office. Poured himself a drink, becoming extremely puzzled. That's when he noticed her movements and the glass, she used to be located more to the main chair than to the pair of visitor's chairs.

Carla walked around the desk and sat down on the leather seat that belonged to Maximiliano.

"What are you doing?" he said, almost in a whisper bathed in strangeness.

"What's wrong with that? Some sin, some rule broken by this?"

He didn't move, watching her with premeditation.

"I was curious to know what it's like to be you for a moment," she explained. "You know, I imagine if you lock yourself in here all day, day and night, sometimes mornings, by the way, there must be something good about it, must