“Who the f**k are you?”
Black walks away from me like I've seen a dead man talking or pulled out a gun that I may have been pointing at his head. However, my gesture of amazement at seeing him react in this way he interprets it as if it were something theatrical.
"Black.” I insist, without twisting my arm and facing him also standing, “I asked you a question.”
“Don't come near me or tell me what you want. Or what the f**k you were looking for by approaching me.”
His hands tremble. He seems to be in doubt whether to go out looking for a poker to blow my mind or whether to stay and listen, I try to do my best because I choose the second option.
“That's the same thing I wonder. Who is Black Hamilton? Why has he been hiding that kind of information from me beyond the inside of the office
