Chapter 9~ Alexander

I rest on my office table. My face was calm but my palms was where all my anger lied in. The pain as I clench it at the edge of the table for over five minutes now, doesn't bother me.

I swallow hardly. My evident adam apple moving up and down. I seem to be working with foolish people, who aren't as smart as I had expected them to be. But their foolishness is their business. It shouldn't be rubbed off on my work or anything concerning me.

I'm not nice or kind enough to tolerate such. It has never been a quality of mine.

I look down at the Collins bastard who kneeled before me. The bastard I had thought won't end up like the Johnson's. The bastard I had thought is worth my time. The bastard that had risen my hope on getting her.

The price, the worth. I wanted nothing but to make her my possession.

I was meant to have her since last week. By now she would have been in my arms, on my bed and I would have gotten to feel every inch of her.

But the case is different. Instead of having he