I close the door shut and plop down on the couch with a sigh. Loosening my necktie, I close my eyes and stretch backward to work out the kinks in my tired body. I take a hot shower, fix myself a glass of single malt and stand on the balcony of my tastefully decorated penthouse apartment.
The city bustles its way through yet another day. I have a smile plastered on my face. Afterall, it’s not everyday one gets a $ 3 Million bonus. I send Sergio, my driver, to pick up my dinner from Bar Masa. At $ 240, the Masa Toro is what one might say very expensive, but I’m in the mood to celebrate.
I have achieved a lot in the last decade. My blood, sweat, and tears stand testimony to my triumph. My social life is nonexistent, but that’s ok.
I check my mobile for updates. There are over 20,000 unread messages in my old school gang’s WhatsApp group. On a whim, I open the group for the first time in years. There are random forwards and birthday greetings. I was about to close the app when I see the picture one of my best friend of then had posted. It showed him and his family enjoying a traditional meal served on plantain leaves. His grandfather was feeding my friend’s three year old.
The intercom buzzes. Sergio is back with my dinner. I realize that I have lost my appetite.