The visit to the Tutor

Luis had gotten up earlier than usual that day, he had an important appointment that he couldn't postpone. He had to arrive at the office at nine in the morning, but before that, he had to stop by another place that he didn't want to go to, but he couldn't avoid it.

But his nerves weren't letting him do things right, it seemed unbelievable, but a mature man, married with two beautiful children, a pleasant, affectionate, and very hardworking wife.

Luis, a reputable professional, was nervous, he could barely button up his shirt.

He left the room heading to the kitchen, where Olga, his wife, was, he didn't dare to say anything to her out of shame, he just hoped she wouldn't notice his nervousness.

He went down in the elevator and soon was at the portal where a taxi was waiting for him.

He got into the taxi...

(Luis) - To Finisterre Avenue, number...

When he arrived, he paid the taxi driver and got out of the vehicle, then walked towards the building's portal. During that short walk, he felt like all the pedestrians were staring at him and knew where he was going.

Still hesitant, he called the intercom.

The portal opened immediately, and Luis, without losing a second, entered the building and headed to the elevator, pressed the button for the floor, and the doors closed. The elevator started to ascend, and Luis took the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror and adjust his clothes, it was important that he was perfectly dressed. His gaze fixed on the digital number that indicated the floor he was ascending. Three, four, five... the door opened, and a long hallway appeared before his eyes, leading directly to a single door.

He got out of the elevator taking small steps, the end of the hallway seemed to be moving away from him, creating a visual effect. The office door seemed to be getting bigger, and he felt smaller.

When he stopped in front of the door, his head barely reached the peephole, he didn't want to prolong the anguish of standing in front of that door, so he rang the bell.

It was 8:55 in the morning, still five minutes to nine.

A voice was heard from inside...

- A moment...

He stared fixedly at the door.

When he heard that voice, it seemed like time had stopped. He felt like when he was a child and had been sent to the principal's office...

When the door opened suddenly...

(Mr. Tutor) - You can enter, Luis.

Good morning, come in.

(Luis) - G...ood morning, Mr. Tutor.

Once he had crossed the threshold of the door, Luis walked towards the desk, stopping, and heard the door closing behind him. Soon, footsteps followed his own, until Mr. Tutor was standing in front of him, on the other side of the desk, where there was a comfortable black leather armchair. Luis saw how he sat down calmly, leaning his back against the backrest, and fixed his gaze on him. ...