Narrator

In the Ferrer mansion, there was an atmosphere of tension, the greed on the part of the family of Grandfather Christopher surpassed any good intentions.

"Pour me another glass Francisco," Eloise ordered.

"Mom, it's the fifth drink you've had in less than thirty minutes, tell me, why are you so anxious?"

"Anxious?" I've been waiting for you for more than three hours, damn it, I told you to get there early that we have to talk, and you, as always, are insolent and unpunctual.

Francisco smiled generically, poured two glasses, offered one to his mother, and sat down to drink his.

"What am I good for, mother?" Tell me...