Don Javier smiled, revealing a gold tooth. “Mijo, I have been driving this route for eighteen years. I have never lost a single worker. Not one. That is my Pemex. Not the directors. The drivers.”
He glanced at Marta. She nodded. He glanced at Chuy. The pipefitter cracked his knuckles. “We’re with you, viejo.” transporte de personal pemex
Luis looked nervous. It was his first offshore rotation. He stared out the window at the distant flare stacks burning against the orange sky, the constant gas fire that never went out. Don Javier smiled, revealing a gold tooth