About the Year

Trent pov

A day had passed. I sat in the board room with Clarence by my side.

We were around a big round table where about six powerful figures sat, trying to engage me in a conversation.

I was dressed in a half a million dollar red suit and black pants, the CEO look complete with cufflinks and I might have taken extra time styling my hair that morning.

I checked my swizz watch for the fourth time since the meeting.

I maintained a fuck off look with an expressionless gaze that could pass off for bored.

Your darling CEO Alexander was back.

“Shouldn't we at least have an explanation for your disappearance for almost three years?” one of the men demanded.

I seemed to remember him to be one of my long term partners... Now let me check if I gave a fuck.

I looked up from my phone. It was still on my chat with Alina.

I had been staring at it all morning, expecting a word or two from her.

I would even go with “fuck you Trent.”

Her silence was worse that her an