•Gustavo Rodríguez Personal Office•
Mum took a minute to assess her surrounding as if she was searching out an invisible presence. Surely she can't sense or see the actual Gustavo's ghost, right? I hope not!
"Where is your wife?" She asked, breaking the odd silence.
"Er... She should be within the premises, somewhere," I replied, clearing my throat in hopes that she doesn't notice the indifference in my tone.
"Hm, okay," she remarked, before going mute on me, for the second time.
We sat adjacent to ourselves, on the set of comfy settees, which elegantly sat, a distance away from the official desk. In an instant, my mind flashed to the argument with Belinda, days back, but I waved it off with a shrug.
"Why are you shrugging?" Mum enquired with an outré stare.
"Er... Nothing. D-do you want me to get you anything?"
"Nonsense Gustavo! This is equally my home, is it not? Stop treating me like a stranger," I laughed off her comment. She didn't pick offence.