Santiago got out of his grey SUV the moment the car halted in front of the gates of his company.

With his suit jacket carefully placed on his arm, he walked into the lobby, and all eyes were on him.

He could hear them whisper and the heat of their eyes penetrated his thick skin.

He had Band-Aids almost everywhere on his face. His lips, the corner of his eyes… the bridge of his nose, just everywhere. Like a kid who got into a playful fight in high school.

“There’s a message for you, ...