Urenia was serving as the director of the "North American Affairs Coordination Department" under the Foreign Ministry of the United Mexican States, and he couldn't be more satisfied with this new job.
The salary was three times what he earned when he was in Washington, the benefits were generous, the key was that there was never any overtime, and the office was just a ten-minute drive from his newly purchased apartment in the Condell District of Mexico City.
The United States? What is that? Just an old dream.
He now tells everyone, "I'm a Mexican now!"
That morning, he drove his newly bought car, humming a Mexican tune, and arrived at the office on time.
The air was still filled with the scent of perfume, and in a joyful mood, he took out his cherished coffee beans and was about to brew himself a cup of aromatic work-start beverage when the office door was knocked on.
"Come in." Urenia didn't look up, focused on the coffee pot in his hand.
