Chapter 17 (Confronting Donald)

Drake staggered to work still bleeding from the wounds that the thugs had inflicted upon him. He couldn't help but have the feeling that Donald could be possibly behind it. He remembered him saying he'll set him up and he had surely done so.

It must have been the reason he had personally ordered him to make the delivery at Woodruff. He must have had it all planned out from the beginning.

From the gate, his colleagues burst into laughter. “What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Drake?” One of them began. “What did you do? Wrestle a bear?” He jeered, a wide grin spreading across his lips.

“Since when did you become a boxer?” Another mocked. “Your opponent, whosoever he was, deserves some accolades.”

“Looks like someone had a rough day,” another chimed in, smirking.

Drake's face remained sullen, his eyes dark with a mix of exhaustion and anger but he had no time to let their mockery get to him. He simply ignored them and headed straight to Donald's office.

“Donald!” Drake s