Synchro. José Miguel Sánchez Guitian

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СКАЧАТЬ and Anthony gazed in wonder at the immense unit that would soon buzz with activity; there were seemingly endless rows of biotechnology printers to make the tiny black balls, and enough delivery drones to cover the whole of Mexico City. Julian moved his hand impulsively and repeated his round of tics.

      Carlo had personally taken up the task of finding and conditioning the old garage for interurban buses that was now being converted into offices, a factory, a warehouse and a delivery area for the new sensation in venture capital; all in record time. The money, four hundred million dollars had worked the miracle; the production would not begin until the following week but they already counted with over one hundred thousand orders from people ready to try it, and they had all already paid in advance the two hundred pesos for the download of the app and a pack of three black balls with their corresponding microchips. Synchro had already deposited its first million dollars in the bank.

      The predictions that Julián Konks had presented to Nassar Capital were of seven hundred million sales within a year, with a benefit of one hundred million dollars in Mexico alone. When he showed the sum of the global benefit, the number contained nine zeros. Nobody, except Carlo Stamas, smiled at the news.

      “This is our dream… Technology is going to make us rich. Orders are coming in by the thousand…” Carlo was thrilled.

      Julián gazed at the autonomous carts that ran empty up and down the hangar. Close to one hundred drones waited for the take-off. Among them, a dozen operators in white lab coats followed instructions on their tablets. The company’s new CEO smiled, and when he walked past Carlo he punched him tenderly on the shoulder.

      “I told you this would happen, see? And you didn’t believe us”.

      “Sure, yes, and now you can beat me up if you’d like to; do whatever you want with me…” Carlo laughed. “We are meeting all our deadlines and investments”.

      “Now it’s time to get this monster to work”, said Anthony and, looking at Stamas, added, “I like it, Carlo. Good job!”

      Carlo Stamas checked his phone.

      “We have a meeting in an hour with the chief attorney and the lawyers”, he said, and nodded at the door. “We don’t want any trouble with the State’s laws”.

      Julián lifted both hands, showing his palms:

      “I’m going to skip this one, if you don’t mind. I have a very important date”, he said, distractedly.

      “What? What the hell, Julián, this is more important than anything else you might have right now”, said Anthony, raising his voice.

      “You go, you’ll do fine without me, and, anyway, Nassar’s lawyers are going to be there to defend our best interests”.

      “I don’t like it, Julián, I don’t like you dropping out now; we’re both in this thing together”. He looked annoyed.

      “Don’t be an idiot, Anthony, I’m not dropping out from anything; we’ve been stuck in a room for a year, not even leaving our chairs to take a fucking dump. For once, I have a date and it clashes with a politics meeting. It’s not that big of a deal, so don’t get all worked up…”

      “A date?... And I’m the idiot?” Anthony took his hands to his head. “I don’t want you to become a jerk. This has only just started and you’re already behaving like this…”

      “Well, boys this argument really isn’t worth it, calm down”. Carlo did not want their heated argument to escalate. “Let’s keep calm. Come on, look at this whole thing!” He opened his arms and said, “this is fucking awesome and there’s still more to come! This is only a first step on the path”.

      Still angry, Anthony Somoza shook his head disapprovingly.

      “I’m sure it’s that Ana who you’ve been going on about for the last couple of weeks”, said Anthony, not wanting to drop the topic. “It’s pathetic!”

      “Ana Riccoli? The blonde from Troposintesis, the organic creams business?” Carlo looked surprised at the mention of the name, it had not even been a week since he last had sex with her. They were both gym lions in full swing. Nothing serious, only physical and without emotional exchanges beyond the superfluous; only sex and a few lines of coke. The last time had been when that mad policeman pushed him to the ground and stepped on the black pills. Later, at dinner, he and Ana had only exchanged a few words, some polite conversation about the projects that they were involved in. Carlo told her about Synchro, the four hundred million dollars and about Julián and Anthony. Now, that giant-killer blondie was going to make good use of all that information and of the promise of a multimillionaire in the making. This Ana truly knew what she was doing. He scratched his head, thoughtfully.

      “Do you know her?” asked Julián.

      “A little”, said Carlo, not wanting to get into details.

      “Yes, she’s that deceptive blondie with the amazing pair of tits.’ Anthony carried on with his verbal attack.

      Julián had bumped into Ana Riccoli several times at the Mex Tec and she had tried to approach him with banal excuses such as: ‘I love your t-shirt’, when he had been wearing a Real Madrid t-shirt, with his name and a number ten printed at the back. Julián, who had noticed her before, had always considered her to be completely out of his league, until that very moment. She was the one who had proposed dinner in the Las Lomas area.

      “And why do you care if it’s her?” said Julián, clenching his fists. “You aren’t my father or my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake”. He waved his hands at him in a mocking girly gesture. “You are behaving like a girl in the middle of a hysteric attack”.

      “Fuck you, Julián!”

      “No. Fuck you, darky”.

      “What did you just call me?” His face was now inches away from his colleague’s. “Did you just call me darky? You’re racist scum, Julián”.

      Carlo pushed them apart to avoid the fight.

      “Hey! Heeey! Calm down… you can’t go on like this. Let’s relax and enjoy our success”.

      “I’m going to leave now… I’ll see you at the office tomorrow and you can tell me how the meeting went”, said Julián.

      “Remember your last prophecy! It seems like you were right again, you Nostradamus piece of shit”.

      Julián left without another word.

      “Prophecy? Nostradamus?”

      “Doesn’t matter. Just something we say”.

      Carlo tried to calm Anthony, who was still scowling and murmuring insults.

      He ignored that Anthony was, in fact, in love with Julián; he had always been, ever since he had met him and had hidden the feeling from everyone, even from himself. For him, being by his side was enough; they worked together, lived together, spent twenty-four hours a day together. He had never spoken about it with his friend; he kept his feelings to himself. Anthony Somoza had never admitted his homosexuality. His siblings, with that fifth sense that children have, used to say it when they were just kids, and used the word insultingly: fag. Bothered by those comments, he found refuge in his studies СКАЧАТЬ