“Can I help you, sir?” Javier asked, unable to suppress the condescension in his voice.
Don Félix turned, a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, I’d like to buy five Mercedes trucks,” he repeated, as if discussing the weather. The weight of his words hung in the air, met by incredulous stares.
Lucas chuckled again, a dismissive sound echoing against the walls. “Sure thing, old man,” he said, exchanging a knowing glance with Javier and Héctor. “And I want a castle in the sky.”
But Don Félix didn’t flinch. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. It was a bank statement, but not just any statement. The numbers that followed the dollar sign were enough to wipe the smirk off Lucas’s face and shut Javier’s mouth mid-sentence.
