In a rented apartment, Mr. Blackwood sat on a couch. A glass of liquor in his hands. He stared blankly at the distance. His mind raced with thoughts that had threatened to consume him. Just six days ago, he had begun his journey to this place after tracking him down carefully. And when he got here, it was just for his mother to detest him?
He slammed the glass across the green marbles. It shattered and clattered across the floor sliding across the room. Soon, a female servant walked up to clean up his mess. He shook his head. His face was red hot. If only steam could rise from his head to show how angry he was.
"Boss," a voice came from behind him.
The door swung open, his assistant stepped in. His eyes locked on the floor. He gaped at the scene in front of him. He opened his mouth to c
