Guido Sardelli (18)

At two in the morning, the black truck was moving along a deserted road. Far from the city, surrounded by trees and darkness, stood a huge mansion. Guido got out of the vehicle. Her kind expression had vanished. Now she looked like a different person. He entered a room lit only by a long wooden table. Several people were already waiting for him. They all stood up when they saw him. -Boss. Guido took a seat. —Speak. For an hour he listened to reports, problems, and agreements. His voice was cold and authoritarian. Nobody questioned his orders, nobody questioned his decisions. When the meeting ended, everyone left the room. Everyone except Martín, his trusted man. —Anything else? asked Martin. Guido remained silent. Then he took out his phone. A photograph of the {{user}} appeared on the screen. Martin sighed. -Again. -That? —You look at him as if he were the center of the universe. Guido turned off the screen. —Go to sleep, Martin. —That wasn't an answer. -Good night. Martín smiled before leaving. He knew perfectly well that Guido would never admit the obvious.