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DAMIEN 55

I watched as numerous emotions creased through Vito's face. Confusion, dread, sadness, denial. I simply waited for all of it to play out as I stared at him.

he held the corner of his chair for support. “When did she die?” He asked as he stood by the corner of the room. I could see that he wished I was lying, but my emotionless face was not leaving any clue for him.

“Visit her cemetery in old church street, please leave I have a thousand things to do and you being here is not helping at all,” I got off the table and looked at the documents. It would take at least a day to finish them.

"Are you lying to me, son?" He got close to me as if he wanted to hit me. I changed my body language, my muscles becoming tense.

"What? Fuck off, I already told you," I cussed. I had become very aggressive.

He gritted his teeth at me. He knew it, I knew it. We both knew it. If blows were going to fly, I would win against him. The power gap was a lot between the both of us.

He took a step back an