Chapter 43
Robert's Point of View
We were sitting in the office, a heavy silence enveloping the place. It wasn't an ordinary silence; it was the silence of two men who couldn't believe their pride had just been shattered at the hands of an eighteen year old girl.
She had kicked us out with a coldness as if we were merely her servants.
Carlos finally spoke, his voice carrying a tone I had never known in him before:
"Robert... this girl makes me feel alive. And as much as I admire her intelligence, I equally want to cut her head off."
I laughed sarcastically at his contradictory words and said:
"Carlos, don't tell me this girl has finally managed to play with your mind."
His features changed instantly, and his expression tightened as if I had insulted him:
"No one plays with my mind, Robert... I am Carlos Mendoza. She simply fascinates me with her rebellion and her sharp tongue."
I looked at her seriously and added:
