DARIO
When I get home, Fidel welcomes me with news about the finger.
“You know I should have you banned from my office," I tell him.
He goes on yapping, like I haven’t said anything.
Okay. I see what he did there.
“I'm sure, Hugo is so shocked right now,” he says.
I take a seat, while I scan my work area to see if he has tampered with anything, even though I'm sure he wouldn't do that. It's the teasing that counts.
“What is wrong with you?” he's laying on my mini resting space couch and I want to drag him out of there.
“What is wrong with me? You've made my office your hotel suit. First of all, get off my couch.” I hiss.
“Anyway, you were saying?” I ask, bringing my mind to the situation at hand.
He gets up to sit upright like he wants to give me a lecture.
“You haven't heard a
