David came back to the apartment before the rest of them. Since he was so early, and they were going to be late, he took out the time to prepare some food. When he was done, he ate his own and kept it there to be put in the microwave later. He went into his room and spent hours working on his laptop. He walked back to the kitchen to take a drink, there he found Ethan. Ethan was working on his laptop too, but he barely looked at David. David frowned slightly, he wasn't imagining it, his friend was holding a grudge against him. Despite that gut feeling, he still swallowed his pride and cleared his throat. "What's up, man?" He nodded at him, as he opened the refrigerator. "Hey." Ethan sounded as cold as ice, his voice heavy with reluctance. David also noticed that Ethan was munching cookies and having a soda, he wasn't eating what he prepared for him. "Did you see the pasta I kept in the refrigerator?" David asked, seeing only part of the door was touched. "Not hungry. Dre wou

That wasn't what Nick was expecting at all. He thought it was going to be hard to convince David to give him what he wanted, but David was offering it on a silver platter. He first laughed, he didn't want to even believe that David was serious, and not trying to mess with him. "What is this, some kind of reverse psychology, or some shit?" He chuckled. "Are you messing with me?" "No, I'm not." David stood his ground. "From what I see, we both want two things. Why is it bad if we trade to get what we want?" Nick aggressively rubbed his jaw, he looked at Natalie. Although she was kind of a dumb girl, she knew that something wasn't right with this deal. "He is lying, it is not balanced at all," Natalie said. "He has come to trap you." "Speak of only what you know, Natalie," David warned her. "I don't have the time or patience to play any trapping game with anyone." Nick was watching him as if he was looking for the quickest sign to see that he was lying. He saw nothing. When he s

David was staring with wide eyes, this wasn't what he was expecting. "Is this a joke?" He asked her, clearly it had to be. "No, sir, it's not." She said, "Because whose genius idea is this?" He laughed. "Why am I supposed to take the fall for a man I have never seen in my life?" "That man is your father," She reminded him. "And this is your company here, you have to do it." "No." David dropped the file on the table. "This is crazy, I am not going to do it. Did you see the crowd? I am not standing in front of those angry people to apologize for something that I didn't do!" He was about to walk out of the door, but Rosie stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Do you realize what you are doing?" She asked. "I need to be ready in an hour."He shrugged her off very aggressively. "I don't give a fuck!" He yelled. "Since it's so important to you, why don't you do it?!""Stop it, David." Her lips were thinned, she didn't want anyone to hear them, but he was screaming. "Call your bos

David regretted it all, at this point. His life was better as a loser. Yes, he got bullied and maltreated a lot because he was poor, but at least no one had to die for him. He didn't want his friends to die because of him, no he would rather die for them. "Let them go, Gary." David sighed. "You have me, you can do whatever you want with me, but let my friends go." "Your friends know the truth, we can't let them live." Gary reminded him. "Remember the servants that saw your face? Remember the worker that knew your identity? They were all killed, that's exactly what's going to happen to your friend." David's heart tightened on hearing that, he shut his eyes as if to get rid of those painful words. All he saw were bad memories, he was right there when Rosie killed those workers, and he was also there when they took Wendy away. Maybe this was all coming back to haunt him because he didn't do enough to save them. That's why his friends now have the same fate. "Please." David's voic

David was sitting on the ground in the room that had become his prison. He had sat in the same position for hours now, so long that his legs couldn't be felt again. He was staring at the door, his gateway to freedom. He has sat there for days now, he was slowly slipping into an ominous version of himself. He refused to eat, he fought with the guards who came in, and he cursed at his father even though he wasn't there with him. David's fingers were going through his hair, a loop that he had been repeating for hours. He saw movement around the door, he wasn't going to pay them any attention. The door opened and Gary walked in, this was the first time that Gary was coming to see him after all these days. Gary's left hand was in his pocket, and the right was holding onto his signature golden walking stick. "Good morning, young master," Gary said. "You still haven't eaten, have you?" "What do I need to do to get you to stop calling me that?" David was calm, but he was boiling on t