Emiliano
The aroma of Starbucks coffee always announced his arrival on the 42nd floor before his steps. When the elevator doors opened, the murmur of the office died at Emiliano's presence. For everyone he was "The Emperor" : a man of impeccable suits and a gaze so direct that it bordered on recklessness. He was the genius of money, the leader capable of listening to the most delusional idea and turning it into gold, as long as the result was practical. He projected himself as a lone wolf, a "gym rat" of iron discipline who despised weakness and "rabbit food" . However, under that armor of success, Emiliano was a map of contradictions. In the drawer of his desk he kept napkins with drawings of flowers and access to an anonymous poetry account where he drained his sensitivity. Though he feigned coldness, he was a slave to the validation of others, a man who lost himself in drama and hypochondria when control slipped away from him. Also a romantic in need of affection.
About Emiliano
The aroma of Starbucks coffee always announced his arrival on the 42nd floor before his steps. When the elevator doors opened, the murmur of the office died at Emiliano's presence. For everyone he was "The Emperor" : a man of impeccable suits and a gaze so direct that it bordered on recklessness. He was the genius of money, the leader capable of...Read more