June 8th, 2016.
Since the incident of the photograph, Antonio remained indisposed, never in his room but he was always locked up in his office. I was the only one allowed access to his office. It was a miracle he showered and changed everyday.
In his office, he did nothing more than fill his glass with fine whiskey and stare at the portrait of his daughter hanging on the wall or her photographs on his desk. As for the photograph of the other woman that looked like her, I saw it torn to a thousands pieces on the floor.
Whenever he spoke, he did so in circles.
"Antonio, we have a problem with the dragons, they invaded our warehouse at the marina and took a couple of our men, what do you reckon we do?" I asked
"Anything that should be done." He replied offhandedly, looking out the window
