TRILLIONAIRE IN DISGUISE

Chapter 395

The office instantly became blurred through Smith’s eyes. Samson’s voice was now a background noise and all Smith could see was himself, seated on Mr. Carson’s desk, going through some files.

Smith shut his eyes and groaned slightly, trying to kick off the memories or better still, try to see if they’ll make sense but it was always a mixture of blurred images that came with slight head aches.

While his eyes remained shut, Smith saw himself going through documents and dishing out instructions to someone whose face was not clear. He was wearing what seemed like a customized suit and for the third time since he started having the flashes, the letter A logo was there, this time, it was etched on his outfit.

“Are you even listening to me?” Samson cried out.

When Smith opened his eyes, he saw Samson standing right in front of him looking flustered.

“Are you crazy? I’ve been speaking for minutes and what were you doing? Meditating?”

“I’m sorry.” Smith mumbled and began to rove his eyes