CHAPTER 23

CARL.

My work is usually too competitive and tiring. I always say and think that and I always complain and try to be understood or understand for myself why I am still in this.

I used to put my weekends aside to dedicate them to nothing, to disconnect, as I often said to the mother of my son when I went out with her, something too repetitive, but for some while things were no longer like that.

I wasn't alone that night. And my friend kept talking while I did not stop thinking.

What is that woman doing? I asked myself.

I would take the cell phone to write to Olivia (the woman), but I could no longer invite her to dinner that night. That Friday already seemed out of place because I hadn't planned to see her.

I leaned in again and swallowed some of the whiskey I was sharing with one of my former clients.

"That nephew you're talking about now, is he the same guy you told me about before?" I asked, because, in some way, I was listening to what he was saying.

"That is correct. He's the one