He smirked at me, deadly. He stood up from my swivel chair, putting both hands on the table, leaning a bit, and observing me like I was a comedy show he was having fun watching with.
"I am glad you still remember my name. It's been five years; I thought you had forgotten me already," he uttered.
I remained standing straight in front of him. Not showing him any emotion at all. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but it automatically closed, like even my mouth was afraid of the man in front of me. Who wouldn't, though? The leader of the most powerful and dangerous Mafia in the country is right in front of me, asking me to pay for the times he helped me back then.
I have always thought that the company I have built was because of my hard work. And maybe, yes, it was because of my hard work.
