, how are you my little Goduch? I stop what I'm doing and watch Theo, who is attentive, listening to my friend's voice. ─ Dinda misses you so much. Don't listen to what your mother says about me.

morning. ─ Six? ─ I can't hide my dissatisfaction with the time, because who the fuck holds meetings at six in the morning in the United States? ─ Ok. ─ I accept what I cannot change. I take advantage of Eric leaving the room and lock the door to my room. No longer able to control my anger, I walk to my desk. Still standing, I open the drawer and take out a bottle of whiskey. I open it and turn it into my mouth. For a long time in my teens, I used to vent my anger by beating up the idiots who were bold with girls at school, but after my father let me work at the factory, I had to restrain myself, or I wouldn't take over what was mine. I pull out the black chair and sit down, turning to face the glass window behind me. My room could see part of the production area. My parents worked hard to build this empire, I wasn't going to let those shits who invested a few million years ago, and who don't do anything for the factory, guess at anything. I feel the alcohol starting to calm me. I don't usually drink in the company, I like to set an example for my employees, however, after the information Eric gave me, it's impossible to stay without getting stressed. I continue to watch the employees work while keeping a smile on their face and talking to the colleague next to them. Here I value the well-being of each person, as long as they can do the job. I don't make anyone a slave, however, if they are making a loss, we dismiss them immediately. Which is rare, most employees have more than ten years. I drink some more whiskey and then close the bottle, returning it to the drawer, which is locked with a key. I pick up my cell phone from the table and call my dad, putting the call on speaker. I wait for just one ring and my mother's voice rings out. ─ Hi, son. ─ I love the excitement in her voice when she hears my voice. ─ Hi, mom. where is my father? ─ Leaving the back of the chair. ─ He's in the shower... ─ I hear his voice in the background, but I don't understand what he's saying. ─ Ah, he arrived. I'll pass now. Hey, come have