CHAPTER 51

CARL.

Christmas had arrived and Caracas promised good weather, extreme madness, and no stopping.

That's how the big city was, the second big apple of the world, with its groups of people pushing you in the subway, each one doing his own thing, coming and going, crowded with thoughts and troubles, debts and debauchery.

I liked the city, I couldn't deny it, but at the same time, I missed Maracaibo too much, the people, and Olivia.

Time flew by and I found myself riding on his wings, although it was not my intention. While it tore me to think that I would not return so soon, starting to work online just to say goodbye to the year, at the same time I knew I could not miss the opportunity to do business in the capital, besides, I was with my son, we were seeing each other more often and that was extremely positive.

I communicated little with Nancy. She kept me up to date on the situation about that asshole Charlie, whom no one had interviewed and the same person who, perhaps, could be kept