Welcome back to NY

At some point in our lives, through constant watching conspiracy videos on the internet---we think and believe that there is a glitch in the matrix. Others were firm in the idea that we live in a simulation. Zac was never fond of those nor did he entertain the idea. He was too busy making money in the firm.

That was about to change, he rubbed his eyes countless times, washed it in the running water and did not cared about the towels in the rack, rewashed and slapped himself loudly.

“Ow!”

The image in front of him did not however, left him sane.

It was him, the problem was he was ripped. He knew his body well and he did not definitely went to the gym in Bulgaria. Unless, f*cking Helena can make him ripped and toned , then he does not know what had happened to his fats.

Zac was not on the heavy side, but he was not a gym rat too. Right now, he fearfully poked at the abs that was decorating what used to be a beer belly, his pecs were well formed and his biceps were phenomenal. Even his