White dust filled the room outside the office, and as Nestor shut the door, some of it swirled inside.

"Hurry your fat ass up!" El Jefe  screamed.

Nestor took the seat next to his brother Claudio.  His chair groaned under his girth, much as Claudio's had when he'd sat down.  They wore their usual attire, black shirts, black pants, and black leather trench coats.  Both of them had their sunglasses sitting on top of their bald heads.  If there was one thing El Jefe hated, it was sunglasses.

"Never...