I'm Not Trash

Bill's Parents

Bill really couldn't sleep well even though his bed and room conditions were more than luxurious. His brain was too noisy from thinking about what he had to do for Joana, as well as his friends at Zigga Company. Until morning came, Bill got out of bed feeling lazy. His feet were barely on the floor when there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready." It sounded like the butler's voice. "Mr. Ryan is waiting for breakfast."

Bill started by cleaning up and putting on the clothes prepared by the waiter. He went down the stairs to get to the dining table. There was already Ryan waiting for him.

The look on Bill's face showed no interest at all, even though the breakfast menu this morning was quite tempting. His blackened eye bags and reddened eyeballs were proof of how hard he was trying to think of a way out of this problem.

In his mind, Bill recalled Jeremy's words last night. The man said that Bill should just go along with what Ryan wanted, then everything would be