CHAPTER 17: El-Diablo

EL DIABLO HEADQUARTERS

He was seated behind his mahogany desk, staring pensively out the window of his fourth-floor penthouse office suite. The intercom suddenly beeped and Carlos Alvarez depressed the button.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’Your son is here to see you, sir,’’ a voice sounded from the other line

‘’What?’’ raising his voice in anger, then letting out a sigh. ‘’Let him in.’’

Diego sauntered into the well-furnished office, clutching his bag. He made his way to the dispenser, drank some water and then walked across to sit on the sofa opposite his father’s desk.

‘’What’s with the cap?’’ Carlos spoke.

Diego shrugged. ‘’Nothing. Just felt like wearing it.’’

Carlos nodded. ‘’You’re not in school?’’

‘’Spring Break just started.’’

‘’Mhmm,’’ Carlos muttered, reaching for a cigar.

‘’Dad,’’ Diego said, looking up at him. ‘’Why have you forbidden me from doing anything about that piece of trash Alex?’’

‘’Hmm,’’ Carlos adjusted his sitting position to look more directly at Diego.

He paused for a moment