"My stomach doesn"t hurt."
"Should I call Alcaraz?"
"Leave him alone. He already has enough work with the real sick people."
"Do you want me to bring your dinner to bed?"
"Why? So, in an hour, I"ll have the sheets completely soaked in sweat?"
Lucien took off his clothes and put on pajamas and a robe. He tried to distract his mind with the newspaper, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Pujol, the petty thief accountant whose fear of his boss led him to steal. Where would he be now? Had he already spent all the money? How did he get it in the first place?
Bernabé also occupied his thoughts, an arrogant man who enjoyed belittling others and always needing to show his superiority. Despite his success in business, he remained vulnerable, a man who had started from the bottom and had no
