Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

A Big White Shark

"I do know that you are still mad at me."

Akulia started, looking from one corner to the other. His eyes seemed to be too busy for the brain.

"And by extension I do not have a say in all of th--"

"Then shut the fuck up. Who asked for your opinion in the first place?"

Alves snapped at him. Akulia didn't see that coming though, but because he wasn't on a good page with Alves all along, he didn't really make a deal out of it. Even if he did make a big deal out of it, what could he had done at that moment?

Alves got up on his feet and started to walk towards the exit of the living room. He walked out and was walking towards the garden. He had walked for a while in the garden when he took a turn in the garden in the direction of the pool.

He got to the pool and halted. He removed his cloth and dived into it. He went deep down into the depth of the blue pool. There was this strange soothing feeling which coursed through every corner of his body and settled in. It was unreal, utopian as we