Rodrigo stood at a corner, watching the scene unfold. He moved towards Rita surreptitiously, vowing within himself to protect her if worse comes to worst.

"He's my chaffeur and my personal guard Edmundo. What do you mean by that question?", Rita said.

She was beyond caring. She didn't care if she appeared rude. Edmundo had no right to come into her office and talk thrash.

"Why does it seem that everytime I come in here, he's always in your office. Which begs the question, ...