Alemão
I'm in my studio apartment, sitting on the bed that takes up almost all the space. The dim light from the lamp illuminates the place as I go through the papers I brought from the office. The whiskey bottle is half-full on the table beside me, but today I don't even feel like drinking. The mental exhaustion is greater than any desire to numb my mind.
The phone rings, breaking the silence. I answer on the second ring, directly, without patience for small talk.
"Yes?"
"Is this Alemão?" the voice on the other end is firm but polite, with a slight accent I can't identify. "This is Adelson."
Adelson. I don't know him personally, but I've heard of him. A name that circulates in some discreet conversations. A man with money, power, and an uncertain reputation. What do I know about him?
