Emiliano Cabrera

Here we go again, a conference. My boss always sends me. Why? Because I'm a smooth talker? Because I'm pretty? Because I'm just good at selling things? Because I don't have a wife at home? I don't know...

I walk into the room, it's already packed. I sigh and go behind the microphone. I look around the room and my eye falls on a beautiful lady in the middle of the room. We make eye contact.