THE STEAMY KISS

SERGIO

“Where is the truck, Benito?” Petro, Paula’s father wrathfully asks the man standing in front of him.

It is after midnight and I am in my basement, watching everything that is happening in Petro’s office from my laptop.

“I promise, boss, I don’t know. Please don’t fire me,” Benito clasps his hands together, pleading to his boss.

“Fuck, Benito! Out of all the trucks, you fucking lost that one! Do you know how much everything that was in there costs, idiot? How did you lose the truck?” What was in the truck; I need to know how you are making money, Petro. I am concerned about how your truck business can make so much money in three months.

“I stopped for a smoke near Repsol and went into the shop at the gas station, but when I got out, someone was driving the truck. I tried running after it, but it eventually increases its speed and left a big gap between us, that was when I knew that I was never going to get to it, so I called you, but you said I should not report it to the polic