Chapter 112

Francisco walked into the building lobby, his posture visibly worn down. His tie was out of place, and he tried—without much success—to straighten his jacket, but the purple bruise around his eye gave away the reason for his disheveled appearance.

As he walked, he tried to hide the discomfort and irritation he felt at being watched, even though he knew he looked like a walking joke.

"If it weren’t for the boss calling me in, I’d definitely be at home, in my corner, taking care of th