“32 trucks and you come here dressed like this, sir. With all due respect, large fleet owners arrive with a chauffeur, with assistants, with accountants. They don’t walk alone with a broken backpack.”

“The backpack isn’t broken”, Don Félix replied, finally turning to look at him. “It just has a lot of stories. Like me.”

Something in his voice made Javier frown.

There was a firmness there, a confidence that didn’t match his appearance, but his pride won out. He looked at his two colleagues and shook his head disdainfully.