The following Saturday found Carol huddled inside her jacket, standing by an unassuming brick building in São Paulo. The sunshine and hot temperature they’d been having the past week took a turn to sudden thunderstorms and cold and chilly weather. Carol didn’t allow the drop in temperature to deter her from her plans.
And here she was. The Eclipse Recording Company looked like any other building on that street: old, expensive, and with no distinct marker save for brass numbers displayed on the doors. She wasn’t sure if she’d be here today had she not met with Otto the previous night. Otto, to her surprise, proved to be insightful, not only about her plans for the advertising firm but about her love life too. She hadn’t meant to talk about meeting someone, much less about Sergio, his grand
