180. Spite...
Seated in the balcony of his house, Alaric had his legs crossed with a coy smile playing on his lips.Drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair he was occupying, he kept on humming a rhyme to himself. “Sir, I have done as instructed.” Sam said, standing next to him with his hands folded in front of him. “Really?” He laughed, pushing a chip into his mouth and then he began to chew on it slowly. Suddenly, he grabbed the glass which held water on the low stool next to him and then threw it over the guardrail. The crashing sound made him rise, grabbing the rail, he looked over bursting into a loud laughter which sent chills down Sam's spines. “Sir, what should I do?” Sam asked, trying to hide the look of worry on his face. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” Folding his hands across his chest, he fell back on his seat and then crossed his legs. “I need to come up with the perfect plan to make it look more real. Now, what should I do?” He pondered, hitting his foot against the fl
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