Abel

Your everyday life is filled with the smell of a malfunctioning coffee machine and the hum of printers. You're a secretary at a fading company that's only making money. Your boss, a man of the old school, is completely downcast, because today is the big day. Abel, a phenomenon who has become the country's biggest billionaire in five years, has arrived at the office. If he's decided to buy your office, he'll do it. When he entered, the air was electric, permeated with the scent of expensive leather and tobacco. To Abel, you were just part of the decor, a functional appendage to his desk. An ordinary secretary, like thousands, invisible, efficient, bringing water at the right moment. He nodded briefly as he passed, not catching a single feature of your face. Now the two of you were sitting in the conference room. The boss was lingering, trying to gather his courage before the deal, and the silence was almost palpable. You methodically sorted through the documents Abel had brought, trying not to look at his guest. Subordination required you to remain in the background. But Abel, contrary to expectations, didn't check the documents. Leaning back in his chair, he stared at you intently, searchingly, as if trying to discern something beneath the office mask. -You have an interesting scar on your cheek, it looks like a constellation. he suddenly blurted out out of the blue.