THE CUATROCE AWAKING FROM IT'S OWN ORANGE DREAM *****"Señoritas, Señores..." I said to myself, while sliding my hand along the table, thinking about the past. a small thought while I was preparing for a meeting today. I always have been looking forward to be a Don, and now, I am looking to be the CEO of the company I was employed by. The paperwork was complete, the IP, and all, factories, slaves, employees, and we already started shipping from a spaceport bought by my family and transferred to Cuatroce.
*****"The old team; they won't all be back", I said quietly, with a nostalgic smile, while overlooking an orange field, a field of Cardamine, I halted for a while admiring the setting sun, rectified my burgundy tie, and said out loud, "Cuatroce will wake up from its forced slumber now".
*****Ready to meet a shareholder nearby. He proposed a factory for shares. The business is back, and has never been as aggressively before. I hope Don Escudero will approve of this. My former boss, and former holder of Cuatroce. I left the old decrepit meeting room, took a last look at where we were all a long time ago... and locked the door for good with its cardkey.
*****I finally stopped bearing this nostalgia-filled look, and replaced it by a determined and motivated one and said out loud what I was just thinking:
"The Cuatroce is waking up from its slumber, and for good this time."
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