My Millionaire Boss

re life. — He's beautiful, my friend — Fabi said softly as she approached my side and began to run her fingertips over Pedro's face. - Yes he is. At that moment, looking at my son, my most precious

e who turned their faces in the other direction. I pulled up a chair at the counter and sat down right there. I had sent a message before leaving home for Felipo to meet me there, but as always, my friend was late. I asked the waiter for a mug of beer and watched people come and go. Everyone was walking in such a hurry, without looking around. People working passed from one side to the other, almost bumping into each other as they served crowded tables. People didn't put down their cell phones. There were few of them, those without one in hand, talking to each other. Time was something so precious, but at the same time trivialized by the busyness of everyday life. I had the habit of stopping every day, even if it was for five minutes, and contemplating something that I found beautiful. From a small thing, like a line of leaf-cutter ants carrying leaves, to a new car in a shop window. No matter what it was, I took my time and thought about the greatness of the world around it, and how, even for a simple ant, it was important. I took advantage of that moment to do that and began to contemplate time and space. Everyone had their place in the world, from the person who brought a tray of pizza to their table, to the cashier who got paid for it. And each one had the right time to act on their task. What each one did did not take away from the greatness of the other. — Speak, Diego. Apologies for the delay. Felipo arrived, greeting me with a slap on my back and snapping me out of my reverie. — As if this were something new. He sat down next to me, ordering a beer too. The weather was pleasant and the company was great. I used to have fun with Felipo. But to completely ruin the atmosphere, the most unpleasant person I knew entered the establishment with a woman by his side. She was a very beautiful woman, tall, blonde, with lush curves. Fragoso's arm was draped over her shoulder in an attitude of possession as they walked toward the closest table to me. I knew he had a wife, and it wasn't that one. One of the advantages of living in the countr