The board member looked around and got back to himself, he straightened his jacket, obviously thankful that nobody has seen such a thing take place.Davide on the other hand, gave him a quick scrutiny before rushing into the office with the bag in his hold. He was so precise about following orders that he held the bag against his chest with his arms wrapped around it.Whoever saw him with the bag would be compelled to think that the bag was the most expensive thing that Davide had ever held in his life. He saw ahead that the lady was joining Mr Lee in his office and so he also followed right after them. The office was not really big, the walls were made of see through glass and the desk was in the middle of the room, just like the wall, the desk was also glass. There was a picture on the desk and a laptop and a few other, well arranged files on the table.Mr Lee gestured to a chair and spoke to Miss Donalds, "please have a seat".Miss Donalds smiled at him and took the seat. Her smi

Davide looked around, it was like he wanted to make sure they were really in the elevator and that no such thing like an accident could happen to him, especially an accident that Patrick could cause.Though he was well aware that what Patrick meant was metaphorical, he was still more or less alert about what could happen and was prepared for the worst.The elevator ride became deathly silent after those words left Patrick. Davide didn't see any further reason to try to clear the air of the cloud of misconception hovering above them. He figured that no matter what he was to say at the mement, Patrick wouldn't believe a word from him.Patrick had already painted him as a bad person, as a social climber, as an unreasonable, ambitious twat and so nothing he would say coukd change that idea that Patrick has of him.He could only resign and continue with his own work, doing the things he was ordered to do and keeping whatever good ideas he had to himself or if he felt like it, he would tell

Davide couldn't stop staring at the office even though the blinds were restricting his ability to see into the office.As the coffee touched his lips, he got a wave of anxiety. He had no idea what they were talking about in there but he could bet his lofe on it that nothing good was going to come out of it.Earlier he had called Patrick a hypocrite and he was only stating facts but he knew that Patrick would turn the story around on him anf make him look like he was thw bastard that was talking ill of his boss.Davide was fed up of the games they played, even if Patrick wasn't the prick he was, Mr Lee wouldn't even allow Davide go just like that. He would do anything possible to humiliate him, to make him hate everything. They preached about loyalty but they were the complete opposites. Davide wondered how many other people had gone through the same thing that he was goinh through. He looked around yhe office as if he coukd see the person that had been wrongly accused by their boss

Davide looked at Zeta's face, her expression was unreadable like a blank paper but to him it was quite funny, he let out a soft chuckle before shaking his head and turning back to his drink.He felt that Zeta was only trying to mock him, probably reminding him that there was only a way out but if he took it then he would forever live his life thinking that he was a coward.Davide read such a deep meaning into Zeta's words. It didn't help that he was so insightful, he wanted to do something else for his life, he didn't want the things Mr Lee and Patrick were doing to him.to affect him as much as it did.He had always wanted to experience the life of someone who works a stable job and would receive a stable income. However, he woke up one day and he was suddenly tossed into this world.He became a billionaire overnight but still had to live as someone who worked a stable job. Davide was not complaining, he was just disappointed over Mr Lee and Patrick. He couldn't even guess that there

Few minutes later, Davide decided that it was time that he went back home. He had had enough of hospitals and he also didn't want to be constantly reminded that there may be people who were set on killing him.Though some people might find it thrilling, but he did not. Davide didn't like to be on the headlines of news, he didn't like the thrill of running for his life. Having been targeted just that evening was enough thrill to last Davide a lifetime. He had been shot at, what other thrill could he want for himself.And with the assassination attempt, he was forced to remember his parents. He had not even given it much thought before, it never really bothered him that he was an orphan but now everything seemed to remind him that his parents were dead and not just that, they had been murdered.It could mean that, if their life hadn't been targeted, Davide could've grown up with them. Davide could've remembered his mother for her warmth and his father for his support, he might've even h