"You have red eyes. Were you crying? Over a woman?" Albert asked at the entrance of Carter's office.
Smith had arrived late to work that morning, so Albert was a bit worried, as Cart was an obsessed, punctual, and extreme man with his businesses.
He released all the air he was holding, as if it were a heavyweight coming off his shoulders, and then stood up to look out the window that overlooked his office. It was something he liked to do: looking from above brought him peace when he was hurt, sad, or stressed.
"I just realized something that changed my life," his voice broke painfully.
Albert looked at Carter. He knew very well when something was not right. His shoulders were drooped, all his weight falling on him as if his life was worthless. He approached the liquor cabinet he had in
