Yamil apologized several times to Aníbal's director for not having anything cooked for dinner, and went to get into the kitchen, but the director, in a kind tone, asked him to take a seat in the living room in front of him.

"Aníbal and Max can cook something while you and I chat," the director said with complete serenity. Aníbal and Max, whom Yamil had not even looked at, went silently into the kitchen.

"Yamil, a rumor spread throughout the colony that you were at the club without chastity today," the director said without leaving his kind tone.

"Well, there's no law that prevents me," Yamil responded defensively, "I even reviewed the club's regulations before entering."

"That's correct, but it's so unusual for spouses to change roles that I had to ask Aníbal what was going on," Yamil crossed his arms in a defensive attitude.

"Aníbal told me everything," Yamil felt shame and anger, his husband was not only an idiot, but also a gossip.

"I brought Max so he could apologize to you," the director continued, "it's the last activity he'll do for the company, we've rescinded his contract. We don't tolerate that kind of behavior in the company."

Yamil abandoned his defensive attitude and listened attentively, "we've agreed with Aníbal on a sum to compensate for this unfortunate incident, but we need you to sign a letter releasing the company from all responsibility."

"Agreed," said Yamil, "but first, I need to talk to my husband."

"Okay, I need to go to the bathroom, you can talk to him while I'm excused for a few minutes."

Max pretended to answer a call and left the house, Yamil and Aníbal sat alone in the living room, "love, you have to sign those papers, they're going to give us a good compensation, half will be to pay for what I stole from the company and the other half will be enough for us..."

"For a dog?" Yamil asked, smiling.

"Love," Aníbal replied in a reproachful tone, but looking at Yamil's authoritative face, he responded, "well, yes, for a dog, are you going to sign?"

"Wait, first I want to know what's going to happen to Max?" Aníbal didn't expect that question.

"What does it matter?" he said, frowning.

"I want to know," Yamil demanded.

"Well, he was paying for his house, without a job he's going to lose it," Aníbal told him.

"And his husband?" Yamil asked with honest concern.

"He's a good gossip, you probably know him from the club, his name is Javi," Aníbal smiled discreetly, "but everyone in the company knows that Javi and the company director..."

"No!" Yamil exclaimed, surprised.

"Shh, don't shout," Aníbal asked him, "yes, the director is a widower and they've been seeing each other behind Max's back for at least two years... today he asked for a divorce... in a few months there will be a wedding."

Max entered the house and the spouses fell...