Matias
If my chief financial officer had walked into my penthouse this morning, he would have resigned on the spot out of sheer professional embarrassment.
I was standing in the middle of my kitchen, which has officially been declared a disaster zone. The scent of roasted, coffee beans precisely weighing eighteen grams, filled the air, mingling with the sugary, slightly burnt odor of what my wife claimed was "artisanal caramel syrup." The syrup was currently dripping off the side of the pressure activated cabinets."Matias!" June yelled from the living room. She was sitting cross legged on our yellow rug, wearing an oversized t shirt, her signature dark sunglasses, and a pair of mismatched fuzzy socks. Barney was lying across her lap, looking highly pleased with himself. "Are you burning
