Jumping Into the Void

He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.' – Jean-Luc Godard  

 Berni kept trying to explain the client how QR code works, however, it looked like she was talking to a wall. Just barely mumbling.
Yes, yes, no...but!...no, what....! CAN I TALK? –Berni finally loses it and yells at the client. At last she can explain what QR Codes are for and how they work. On the other side of the phone I could hear the client saying "oooh! I see!" (and I could picture their dummy face on the other side of the phone).
When she was done talking, I asked her to read the inbox that I just got, in complete shock. She read 3 lines and told the costumer that she must hang because a client is waiting for her in the conference room. She hangs up the phone and asks me... WTF?

"Hi Cami, I am sorry to  tell you this. I know Maxi loves you and I don't want any troubles at all but last year I met Maxi in Buenos Aires and I got pregnant. He told me he has plans with you and he wants no trouble and having a child should be nothing but joy but this was trouble. Then he dissapear and then he told me he had Cancer and he was dying. Even though he wasn't there when Lucca was born, the baby was very ill and I really really needed to reach out him. I know this is not the way, but you were my last resource to find him. I don't want his money or to be with him. I just want him to know that Lucca was born and that he will need his dad. 
Again, I'm sorry. Sol"

First thing Berni asks me "Do you believe her?" and I told her something in my gut was telling me this was actually happening and it was no lie.
I dug out more info from this Sol girl, and I asked her for a proof of all she was saying. After all I couldn't confront Maxi without a solid proof, since I know he is a professional liar. So she sent me the whole chat history between them. Reading it was like watching the movie. Over and over again. It was him, I know how he writes. That's how we communicate. It is true.

So I walked home. Longest walk ever. Maxi went to football fit training with my sister. I took that time to talk to my parents first. They were in shock as well.
When Maxi got back I asked him about this girl. He claimed he didn't know who she was. He even dared to ask me if she was one of my sister's friend (really....?!). He denied everything. He's such a good liar that for a second I though it was all a lie and life will continue as it is, but my gut told me to keep pushing it. And the rat exploded. He admitted almost everything. He slept with her (no protection, of course), she was pregnant, he offer her an abortion, he did told her he had terminal cancer (being so dumb that he told her he had uterus cancer), he did disappear but also he told me that the baby wasn't born and he was not the dad (but the baby wasn't born!). He started stepping into his own lie until he collapsed.
We broke up that night, and I have never seen him again. Luckily. I did hear from him a few months later, and it was a good closure.
After that night, my whole life started crumbling down under my feet. Nothing would be the same, specially me.

Starting Point: Relax, Nothing is Under Control.

It was any given Tuesday afternoon at the office, an advertising agency of which I was working as Client Specialist. Berni was talking over the phone with a complicated client and I was just about to resume my work after a very nice lunch at a local french cafeteria with Maxi, my argentinean boyfriend.

He was visiting me in Chile after I went visiting him with my family for the "Meet the Parents Weekend" that went pretty decent, considering my father's alcoholism and the "watered" and fulfilling italian meals. Italians are dead serious about food and wine. A typical meal would include appetizers with drinks, salad with drinks, pasta with wine, meat (a whole pig for this occasion, but usually a rabbit would do) with wine of course, and then dessert with sweet wine. But if this isn't enough, then there's coffee with chocolates and digestifs. So yeah, I guess you could get pretty drunk and then go for a nice nap under a tree until it gets dark and you're sober enough to drive back.

Anyway. That Tuesday we had a nice light lunch at the french cafeteria around the corner from my office. I remember we had our last serious talk. We talked about how well everything went in Argentina with the 2 families, but we also talked about his friends. He has about 5 close friends, and I only like and actually trust 1,5 of them. The rest of them are sketchy. Always involved in barely legal business (if not completely ilegal). Always playing to win no matter what, with lots of girls and lots of money to party. I felt they where dark people, but they were his friends and it was better to keep them close.

When I got back to the office it was still lunch break, so I had a ciggy with Berni and chit-chatted about some annoying clients. We went back to our office and Berni was on a phone call with this particularly annoying client, who wanted to put a QR code in his website, not understanding even how it works or what it is for. Me, I was mentally preparing myself to have my own phone call with my own dumb client when I was checking Facebook and I decided to check my messages. In case you don't know, if someone wants to contact you but it's not your friend, you'll get that message in a different inbox, the "Others" inbox. So I went there. And there it was. Waiting for me. Dated 10 days ago.