Still Alive

Chapter 05

“People always have hope, maybe even a different one. Meanwhile, hope always comes with despair. Because when they don't get what they want, only disappointment remains. Whether in life or death. Other things being equal, hope is mortal. Hope is a destructive thing."

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The man cuked at his appearance in front of the mirror in the room. William has decided to go out today, he will do anything, and look for anything that will lead him to find the cause of death. William was determined to come to the White Horse office to find a riddle that he might have solved.

William slightly bends down and then leans his face closer to the mirror, he rubs his own chin and then smiles.

"Even though I've become a demon, I still look good," he said proudly. 

"Too bad I didn't know life was so short." 

A second later, he straightened back, and the prem took a short breath. He gazed at the reflection of himself from head to toe. Today William is wearing a black suit, even with glasses and a black hat that almost covers his face. The man lowered the sunglasses worn down to the nose, his forehead wrinkled this time.

"I think it's too obvious." William took off the black jacket he was wearing and replaced it with a blue shirt from dongker.

Again it pecks off in front of the mirror and does its proper pose. The man smiled confidently at his very stylish suit. Black jeans, plain white shirts wrapped in dongker over size blue shirts, and a black hat intentionally behind his snout back.

"Too bad you're dead," his murmured with mirth as she wandered out of the room.

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Both hands were clenched against the side of the body. His eyes still watched as everyone crowded in and out of the main entrance of a five-chain building. Naturally, the man arrived at exactly twelve o 'clock at noon, the time at which the employees took turns for lunch. Right across the street, William has been frozen there for the past half hour. 

Besides protecting the eye from oversight in the hot sun, the black hat he wore also served as a camouflage to prevent any employee from recognizing it. William's early chapter was still in doubt about his decision to come to the white horse. He had to check his office, see if he could find something to suggest. The man put his trembling hands into the pocket of his pants. Again she took a short breath. William once again looks up to gaze at the magnificent building he has been building for seven years. Too many memories are etched there for prem. A historical place where he struggled to crawl up for a better life.

William swallowed his salad badly. His throat felt choked from holding back mixed emotions that were beginning to surface. Broken, claustrophobic, unfair, and all that black shit he's been through. Perhaps god had intended for William's book of black destiny in the womb. Ever since she was a child, her whole life has been filled with melancholy stories. Jeez, William suddenly got emotional. The man sighed many times as he rubbed his misty eyes. You might say that William was a kind-hearted, kind-hearted man. The man has a very tender heart and concern. William shook his head firmly. 

"Fuck off! Stop being a baby. Remember my age, Will!" he mumbled to himself.

"This is not a good idea. It wouldn't be funny if I got caught, I might well make an office fuss."

 After a long time standing there, his foot goes back a step. William decided to leave and think of another way into his office. A quick pace among the throngs of people trudging along the sidewalks.

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"If I were clear, I would call it a day," said the middle-aged man.

 Everyone in the room applauded with a smile. They've all just had a sudden meeting for the new general manager. After all, a week ago White Horse lost a very talented young employee, the managerial position was just one day that was attached to William Austin. Now a man of William's equally clever age had filled the public manager's office that had been vacant for a whole week.

The well-dressed, formal people began to leave the conference room. After they had the chance to congratulate Sean, of course. A young man who got into the White Horse office together with William because they were comrades. William and Sean were classmates in high school, and they split up after graduation. Sean took a college abroad because his parents wanted him to. Whereas William went to university in Indonesia because he was getting a scholarship there. After a long time, the two of them had never met, William and Sean became best friends at the office. The two often ate lunch together, even Sean would drive William home in his car occasionally.

Let's just say, aside from Adam's chairman, Sean is someone who knows about William's past. The man was quite surprised by William's sudden obituary. It was even Anna's article that was later approved by Adam's chairman to be published in the newspaper.

"Congratulations, Sean." Adam Malvine as President of the company, gave Sean a quote. The silver-haired man couldn't hide his happy smile. Sean took Adam's hand and bowed.

"I hope you can do what's best for our company, just like William," he added. 

At the sound of that, a smile on Sean's lips suddenly vanished. The man suddenly shut up and kept his head down staring at his own shoe. He let go of Adam's hand and then bowed down once more. 

"Now you can go back to your room." The well-known, middle-aged man who always hugged his employees slapped Sean on the shoulder like a father to his child. Before he turned a moment later, his secretary was standing at the door with a smile on his back. 

"Excuseme Sir. A guest insisted on seeing you, Sir." The woman speaks her language. Adam's chairman turned his head, frowning, as if today's meeting was the last schedule he had. 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you very much, I said," Sean said, "good-bye." 

The man turned to leave after getting the approval nod from his supervisor. Sean had crossed paths with a man who had walked into the conference room without permission to see President Adam. His eyes seemed to glance inside the room before Sean closed the door perfectly.

 "Who, him?" asked Sean, wondering.

To be continued ....