"Flávio"

My father was sitting in a chair near the door to my office. Wearing his expensive three-piece suit, he looked out of place in the room. But he had that stoic expression on his face. I knew he was a man on a mission. He didn't give up easily.

"Dad! Have you been waiting for me long? You should have called me," I said, trying to be cordial.

"I arrived less than five minutes ago, Flávio. I want to talk to you, and I'm sure you already know what I'm talking about." My father was a man of