AUTHORS POV

Two weeks had gone by, two whole weeks and Pedro was still hospitalized.

His sister, Regina had been try to reach him from Spain to know how he was faring, all to no avail.

That very morning, he awoke with a start, the antiseptic smell of the hospital room filling his nostrils, it made him sneeze.

It was cloudy that morning, the wind slanted through the slatted blinds, casting pelts of soft breeze across the room. For a moment, he lay still, studying the white expanse above him, trying to remember how he got here.

His first thought was of the boardroom—the moment Tessa Moretti had produced that...