Aléjandro
Rei and I sat in my newly furnished office.
It didn't take Mia long—a little over a week. With Silas at her side, she visited furniture stores far and wide. She asked Silas to work with the contractor who constructed the secret room to fill one wall of the office with bookcases. The day after those were complete, the furniture arrived. She was almost giddy with excitement, promising me it was fit for the future leader of the Roríguez cartel.
Now my wife was concentrating on other rooms. If I remembered correctly, by the end of this week, we'd have a real dining room table, and the lawn furniture in the living room would be replaced by sofas and plush chairs. The other night when I came to bed, she was lying with open magazines scattered about, deciding on artwork and other d
