The rich don't Cry

Chapter 2

The uncontrolled mornings of the city's executive center reminded Alex that he was back home. The tide of people in suits running in all directions reminded him of the beginning of his career in the company. His recalled memories of his first job when he moved to the city with his little brother. It was in a tiny cafeteria run by his uncle Tomas, his mother's distant cousin. After her death, Alex, under the request of the deceased, asked the man for help in order to be able to leave the village and move on. The man, reluctant to have two more mouths to feed, agreed to offer Alex a job in the cafeteria.

The young man didn't take much time to stand out. With some changes, he increased the sales of the cafeteria, improved the influx of customers, and turned the place into a benchmark for the companies that operated in its surroundings. Just as it had happened before with Manuel Prado, the treatment of Tomas towards Alex also didn't change his labor situation. The young man continued cleaning the tables and washing the dishes. In spite of the urge he had to look for Elisa as soon as he arrived at the city, the little money that he earned was no more useful than to maintain his brother.

The car stopped, and Rocco proceeded to get out and open the door. The majestic building owned by the company where he worked stood in an imposing manner in front of the financial advisor. Once he got into the complex, the ceremonial greetings and admiring glances from those who recognized him and aspired to be like him soon arrived.

Alex passed the security and went to the only elevator that led to the top floors of the building, a privilege reserved for the investment company's top employees.

"Boss!" said Jose at Alex's arrival.

"Explain to me how you always know that I have arrived" he asked, as he stepped out of the elevator.

"I smell it in the air."

"Do you smell me when I arrive?" he asked, with a flirty tone.

"Don't get your hopes up too high... You're not my type."

"I'm everybody's type."

"You're right. Who do I want to trick? Changing the subject, Mr. Martinez has arrived."

"He has come in advance..."

"Should I announce you, boss?"

"No, let him wait. Has the old man arrived?"

"Yes, and I think he wants to see you. Besides, from what I see in your look, I think that Mr. Martinez will continue to wait."

Alex arrived at his office and headed to his table. After a quick glance at the papers that Jose had left for the meeting with Mr. Martinez, he sipped some natural squeezed juice that his assistant brought him every morning. Unlike the rest of the employees, surprisingly, Alex didn't drink coffee. Once everything was in order, the man went directly to Luis Aguilar's office, the owner and founder of the company.

To Alex, Luis was more than a boss. That man had become his mentor and benefactor, more like a father than anything else. Thanks to the opportunity he provided, Alex reached unbelievable goals for a poor fisherman coming from a small town called San Antonio.

The first time their paths crossed was in his uncle's cafeteria. Indifferent to the hustle and bustle in the cafeteria, Alex was busy cleaning the empty tables and preparing them for other diners while watching the flat screens he had suggested his uncle to place and taking advantage of the location of the place. Each plasma screen showed all possible channels with stock trading subjects. Thus, the customers, mainly businessmen, would be in some way up-to-date on what happened to their investments.