“Alessandro”

In the hotel room in New York, a thought became insistent in Alessandro Mellendez’s mind: what would his new advisor be like?

That voice seemed to have stayed inside my head. When I called the office today, I just wanted to tell Mariana that I had closed the contract I had come to negotiate here in the United States, but when I heard that voice, something inside me was completely shaken. It was such a melodious, calm voice, I don’t know why I got so irritated.

Now I was sitting here in my hotel room, with a glass of whiskey in my hand, looking at Central Park through the window and wondering what the owner of that voice was like. That completely took my focus away from the details I needed to confirm, and I got really pissed off because I didn’t know what to say and my thoughts were so agitated. I ended up yelling like a madman at the woman on the other end of the line. I think I scared her. Maybe she wouldn't even be there when I got back and Mariana would finish me off,