As Frudi opened the door to her father's office, she was met with a sight she had never seen before. Cisco was fast asleep, his head resting on a pile of papers that covered the table. It seemed that his work had followed him from Guadalajara to Rome, and he had been working tirelessly to keep up.
Frudi's eyes softened as she gazed at her father, who looked more vulnerable than she had ever seen him. His shirt was loosened, and his tie was nowhere to be seen. His sleeves were folded up, revealing a glimpse of his forearms. It was a rare sight, as Cisco was always impeccably dressed in his corporate attire.
Frudi smiled to herself as she approached her father. She gently took a blanket from the couch in the office and covered him, making sure he was comfortable. As she looked at him, she had a million questions she wanted to ask, but she settled on just one.
