He proposed to sit face to face and look each other to the eyes for a good while, he seemed joyous doing it too, with his legs crossed, intimidating me.
He was, by any definition, bad. Someone with money that can aspire to all the honors that are to achieve in public life to whom have the talent and rich relatives. Someone bad and with power, as it’s commonly the case.
He wanted to convince me to be on his side. To convince is really an euphemism of what he was doing. He subjugated me, he grabbed what he wanted with the confidence that doing that all of his life gave to him. With him, in the fight against cancer I would be on the side of cancer, in the one against famish I would throw away food just to jack up the prices. And he was jacking up my price, with the contempt of everything easy. He said that at any given time he would stop and the offer would definitely lose validity: “fifty thousand”… “sixty thousand”… “seventy”, it was like he was dictating numbers to a secretary that I could not see, slowly and with pause he’d tell those numbers as they wouldn’t mean anything, as it weren’t the effort of a lifetime to certain persons to reach a position or something to which other could never reach.
It was a silent battle from my side. I won’t deny it, I was sweating, a lot. For every then thousand more a big drop of sweat fell at my side. The revolutions on my brain exceeded me. I thought about everything I wanted to do in my life, in every time I wanted to help someone and the time I succeeded, how happy I felt then.
“It’s something that will happen to you once in a lifetime”, he said. And surely he’d be right. Most common people don’t have a single moment in their lives that marks them, in which they can raise their voice. I had it now. I thought about the face of my mother, and I said a single word: “no”, and got out of that office, the biggest smile a persona could have in the face accompanied me.