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**Otto**

And once again Otto is in his office working, this was the only thing that made his time go by at night, as he lives on a farm a little far from the city, away from the chaotic noises that only those who live in the city know how it is, during the day Otto has a lot to do, he who has an OCD is quite imperative and demanding when the subject is cleaning, He can't see anything out of place, dirt drives him completely crazy, his house is completely spotless, well padded beds, the dishwasher is always clean, everything in its place, this is the way he chose to live, on his property alone, organizing everything just the way he likes it, when he lived with his parents it was a real madness, When he lived with his parents it was a real madness, a lot of people coming and going, many things out of the places, that made him completely crazy, he was really agitated, his parents knew about his (OCD) was diagnosed when he was a child, his mother tried to help in every way because she saw how difficult it was and still is for her son to live that way, a small thing for him turned into chaos, his father for being the Dom of the mafia, Guerra, when he turned eighteen, left home because he couldn't stand the life he was leading any longer. As he was already working in the family business, he was paid very well to support himself, and today he occupies the position of capo of the Italian mafia.

"Otto doesn't have a good relationship with his father, but he has to go at least once a month to attend the mafia meetings that take place in the family business."

He left the office and went to his room, took off his clothes already in the bathroom, put them in the hamper and went into the shower, bathed very well, dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist and began to dry the bathroom, he could not go to sleep and leave the bathroom all wet for him that is a sin, after leaving the bathroom spotless he returned to the room, went to the closet and put on a thin mesh shorts, no underwear even because he liked to sleep comfortable.

The next day he got up early, made his coffee and drank it, washed the dishes and cleaned the sink, put on his work clothes, put on his boots and went out to his farm, he had a stable with some horses, not many, because as he was alone he couldn't take care of so many animals, after feeding his animals he went to his orchard, made the irrigation leaving his plantation well wet and with a great appearance, he liked to cultivate things there, for him the most he could avoid leaving to go to the market to buy something he would do to avoid, he hated to be in the middle of a lot of people, that walk that has in the market, the chaos for him she his worst enemy.

In the afternoon when it was time for the meeting he got in his truck and drove to the company, despite being the hood of the mafia for him there was no sense in having a big car of the year on his property when the road was completely of mud, besides the car getting dirty would not be nice the bumps that would take for riding in a low car, he had a luxury house in town with a big car in the garage but was there, the house locked and the car stopped in the garage because he did not care to be in that place, preferred his property where he had his peace.

He arrived at the company and went straight to the meeting room, delivered and the meeting had already started, everyone looked at him but quickly took their attention away, they knew that with him there was no censorship and would send everyone to fuck immediately if they were staring at it. He sat down in the seat that was reserved for him and paid attention to what was being neglected. Finally the meeting was over, he got up now to leave but his father stopped him.

" Otto, don't go now, I have something to talk to you about."

" Can not be another time?"

"No," he said confidently, which made Otto snort and sit down again, he hated the idea of having to stay a long time away from his property even though he knew it was one of the safest in the whole region, but to confess, he really hated having to talk to his father who he didn't get along with, he knew that all his conversations always ended in arguments, this was not good for him, he had an excess of anger and when he exploded he was totally out of control."