I would have loved to activate the camera on my phone to save for posterity the image of Paul's tragedy-stricken, colorless face, but I was focused on waiting for a single word to come out of his mouth, at least.
For a moment, I thought he was going to faint or, in the worst case scenario, destroy everything in his path, but I dismissed that idea when he took the papers out of the folder and tore them in half, a mocking smile forming on his face.
As for me, I remained unperturbed in my place, I didn't care what he did with those papers, the reality was that he was minutes away from being arrested by the authorities and nothing and no one was going to stop it.
"Don't try to make me look like a fool. What did you think? That showing me some documents with your name on them would make me
