Carlos didn’t say anything further until we were in the car and he was driving me to the hotel. “I suggest you get ready for a wild night, the boss loves good food, drinks, and women.”
I was surprised and said, “I thought he was married with children?”
Carlos shrugged his shoulders. “As I said, this is not Germany, but I am sure you will have a nice evening. By the way, you don’t have to dress in a suit tonight, it’s too hot.”
I was buttoning my shirt when there was a call from the reception to inform me that Carlos was waiting in the lobby. I checked the time; it was ten to nine so he was a bit early. After making sure I had my wallet and key card, I took the elevator down.
In the mirror, I checked myself once more: light blue short-sleeved shirt, khaki-colored pants, and brown loafers. I adjusted the collar and was pleased with the result.
When Carlos opened the rear door for me, I saw Jorge Jimenez sitting inside.
“Hi, Mr. Jimenez,” I said as I got in.