Chapter 11

• Carlos stood in his luxurious room, a space that reflected every shade of power he carried. The walls were dark grey, smooth and cool, his furniture was deep mahogany, and the enormous glass window took up almost the entire wall. From there, he could see the entire city. Cars looked like tiny ants. Lights blinked everywhere. People rushed through their lives.
• He lifted his cup of espresso and took a slow sip. The bitter warmth coated his tongue, the familiar taste calming the storm that brewed somewhere inside him.
• Then his phone rang.