Poor Bastard

Darius kept saying misleading things about Philip. It was as though he was praising Philip. People who heard what he was saying would feel as though Philip had become a philanthropist.

All the people in the VIP room had shining eyes as they listened intently to what Darius was saying. It looked like they were all ready to pounce on Philip at any moment and seek favours from him.

Darius just felt pure joy in his heart. He felt good as he saw Philip throbbing silently in anger. The plump man had turned red from his head downwards in anger. But he couldn’t do anything or say otherwise. He had a reputation to keep! So he was trying to force a smile at the people while looking for a way to escape from there.

In Philip’s mind he was just imagining how many ways he could use to torture and kill Darius for what he was doing.

After a while Darius felt contented at having drawn much attention to Philip so he just sat down and helped himself to a glass of water. Philip’s eyes were screaming ‘I’l
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