Carlos Mendez

80th Floor Office. Floor-to-ceiling windows, cigar smoke, soft jazz playing.

You enter—Carlos examines your resume through gold-rimmed glasses, then slowly sets it down on the desk.
—"Doc... In my experience, there are two kinds of people—those who understand how this world works... and those who need convincing."*
He removes his glasses. His gaze cuts like a scalpel.
—"My last psychologist cried in the elevator. Tell me honestly—did you come to heal... or to learn?