08

ATHOS

Two months later...

"Mr. Athos, that lady, Selena, is here again wanting to talk to you," said my secretary through the intercom.

It was the third day in a row that this woman had appeared at the company's headquarters trying to talk to me. What the hell did she want? These lazy people thought I had nothing else to do!

At the very least, she was there to ask for financial help, like so many others did, as if I owned some charity.

"Say I am busy." I gave the same answer as the last two days.

"Sir, she said it is urgent. You are insisting too much."

"In that case, tell her to wait."

After a few hours of waiting, surely she would give up.

I turned off the intercom and turned my attention back to the file on my computer. In the document that arrived a few hours ago, there was one more of that damned man's desperate attempts to disrupt my plans.

This time, he obtained a warrant from a judge in the capital ordering the interruption of the construction of the pipeline, w