THE SAVIOR

Again, I entered that boardroom, where I smelled mold mixed with alcohol and tobacco. Although I could smell the scent of the colognes of those old investors, some greeted me and others just looked at me with contempt, starting with the director, who, when he saw me, said:

“I imagine you are very happy with the monumental failure that happened to me yesterday.”

The blood rushes to my head and I try to keep my composure by giving a general greeting,

“Good morning; what a joy to be able to see you again in person.” And the petulant director doesn't even give me time to answer; with arrogance, he harasses me.

“Madam, to the point, we are waiting for your resignation. On each desk, I left a detailed report of all the errors and mistakes of your period as president.” The damned man cornered me; apparently that was the reason for your meeting.

“Wait, I have the right to defend myself; I cannot resign; this is the company my parents founded.”

“Relax, Mrs. Ximena, you will continue to be a sh