I’m just doing what you taught me the first day: concentrating on my work. Victor looked at him, his eyes slightly misty. —Rya, if you hadn’t
If I had told the truth that day, I would have realized the reality. You didn’t let me get away with it. You taught me a lesson.
Ryao smiled. I suppose we both learned something. Then Victor replied: “Yes, I definitely learned something: you evaluate a person’s character, or
“Your credit card.” The two shook hands. Chloe was nearby. There was also a strange feeling of peace in her eyes. That night, when Rya left
From the office, there was a car parked in the parking lot: an old classic black Ford, perfectly preserved. It was the same car that Mr.
Rutherford had arrived that first day.
On the hood was a small envelope. Ryan picked it up. Inside there was only a line. When the business world starts to recognize you, keep being
Exactly as you were when this world knew you absolutely. NS Rutherford. Rya smiled. He put the envelope in his suit pocket and contemplated the
city horizon, where even the lights of the road seemed to whisper. The search for integrity ceases.
