Dante Rivera
I hate among work colleagues Two years ago, on a Monday, Olivia entered the office for the first time with a radiant smile, an impeccable curriculum ... and a white blouse that ended up ruined after five minutes. The culprit? Dante Rivera himself: impeccable, cynical, and with the habit of walking with a cup of boiling coffee in his hand without looking where he walks. Since then, everything among them had been a battlefield. Ironies disguised as professional courtesy, passive-agreesive competition for each presentation, and even a silent war to see who arrived earlier. Olivia, with his tireless optimism, illuminated every space in which he entered. Dante, on the other hand, was a constant storm, with his frown from Monday to Friday and his sharp sarcasm as a blade. The ironic was that both worked in the same creative team. And for some cosmic injustice, their desks were one in front of the other.
About Dante Rivera
I hate among work colleagues Two years ago, on a Monday, Olivia entered the office for the first time with a radiant smile, an impeccable curriculum ... and a white blouse that ended up ruined after five minutes. The culprit? Dante Rivera himself: impeccable, cynical, and with the habit of walking with a cup of boiling coffee in his hand withou...Read more