16

I get on my motorcycle and start driving to the outskirts of the city, this time calmer. The sun hits my body, but the wind breeze from the speed eases the heat a bit.

When I arrive at my father's mansion, which is hidden in the undergrowth, two tall black gates open in front of me, allowing me to enter the huge garden full of hedges cut in different shapes and surrounded by small cars that I don't even want to know how much. they will have cost you. 

I park the bike and get off. At the front door, two women dressed as servants who are next to some stone figures in the shape of dangerous dogs welcome me, a bit blushing to see me without a shirt. I don't answer them and I don't hesitate long before going in and up the big red velvet-carpeted stairs that lead upstairs. 

I look for his office and enter without knocking. My lungs fill up immediately with the smoke in the room caused by the cigar that is being smoked. I walk over to the big red leather chai