Ex-convict to Executive

Chapter 8

Willomandra consortium? Chess mob? What did that even mean?

Dante knew he didn’t have any family aside from the foster home neither did he know how the tattoo got to his chest, his memory started when he was twelve years.

"If this is not a prank, then you are certainly a soothsayer" Dante sucked his teeth "Well tell my imaginary mother I said hi" Dante laughed bitterly ignoring that the man had correctly stated the exact place he had a tattoo, which could be a coincidence

"I know you wouldn't believe me now" Dante listened to the man blabbing as he rolled his eyes tiredly wishing the day could end already.

"I lost my parents in a car accident when I was twelve, so I believe you have the wrong Dante"

"That's not true, your memory was wiped by your mother and you were taken to the foster home, she left you with a wrist watch. The car accident was only a made up story she told the foster home to tell you as you grew up"

Dante looked down at his wrist, but the wrist watch was not with h