"It is great to do business with you, Mr. Sidorio," Seamus Furey said, happy with what he had acquired in the contract. Sitting across a oak ornamented table, with Antonius Sidorio in front of him, he signed the paper and picked it and kept inside of his briefcase. "Just in case you forget any of the lines of our agreement." His smile made Sidorio feel his blood boiling with anger; Lola put a comforting hand in his shoulder to remind him to stay calm.

"Is this everything, Mr. Furey?" Sidorio asked, fighting to remain as calm as he could look.

"Oh, yes, it is!" Seamus looked in the deep of his eyes, teasing him. "In a couple of years, your jewelry company and my mining company are going to be unstoppable!" He said, laughing at the end of the sentence. He turned his back at them and left with his trusted lawyer.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Sidorio threw a crystal jar that, until then, was used to keep a few flowers in it. He sat down in his great armchair, rested his elbows in the table and buried his face in his hands, "What did I do? I sold my daughter!" He looked helplessly to his wife, Lola, who stood up right next to him. She glanced at the broken jar with a peaceful face and said:

"You did what you had to. He knew too much."