Nicolás slowly turned to his father, the gun was still pointed at him and Don Roberto had a calmer expression on his face now. He knew his father wouldn't shoot him on the head and he also knew his father would certainly be able to shoot him on the leg.
"Don Roberto," He said with a mock voice.
"You know I don't like bringing out firearms but in the same way I can bring it out when it's necessary, I can also use it without hesitation." Don Roberto said.
"I have a condition," Nicolás said.
His father simply stared at him.
"Order me some ribs stew, Don Roberto, a man is starving."
And he patted his father on the back before walking past him to settle on the chair he'd just evacuated. Don Roberto said nothing and headed to his desk where he pressed a button and spoke into it.
He turned to Nicolás,
"Now tell me what your little business is all about." His father asked in a nicer tone.
