III

"gentleman, let us be reasonable. When I made that promess there was no way I could predict the outcome!"
"do I look like a give a fuck, boy?" said the man with the Bronx accent, who was still standing.
"if I am going to keep my promess, I need a little more time"
A fat, bald man said, in a very deep voice: "you have one day. Now leave."
Leo left the room, almost breathless. What the fuck was he going to do now?
He was now walking down an alley, which was a shortcut to his apartment. It was a medium size place, well lit, with old but beautiful furniture. Nothing remarkable about that apartment, just a regular, boring place to crash after a days work. That day, however, Leo would not fall asleep. His mind was chaotic and rushing with a thousand thoughts at a time.