CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

MARCUS'S POV

After interviewing almost ten candidates none of them had impressed me. 

They were all useless.

I kept tapping on my wooden desk impatiently.

I closed my eyes and counted one to ten. Doctor Alan always said that it would help me relax whenever I was stressed and frustrated.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Relax Marcus."

I had to put on my mask and bury all the emotions I felt. Because it was a sign of weakness and I couldn't let them bring me to my knees.

Like some weakling.

Over the past years I stopped communicating with my father a few days ago. Minnie had called me that he was on his deathbed.

He wanted to see me.

But I wanted nothing to do with him because he had rejected me. I wasn't his true son.

A part of me wanted to go and hear what he had to sa