THIRD-PERSON POV
“It seems like I’ve been followed.” Clinton looked back to the gentleman who didn’t even hide his presence as he followed Clinton from the comfort of his home to his working place.
“What do you mean?” Clinton shakes his head at his co-worker as he walks into the cafeteria. As Clinton was ordering his breakfast, he couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched. But whenever the man turned around, no one in sight seemed suspicious.
“Is my mind playing tricks on me?” Clinton asked no one in particular.
“You were saying?” Clinton shook his head once again when his co-worker asked him.
“I’m sorry, I was talking to myself. Say, what happened at yesterday’s meeting? There seems to be quite an uproar, huh?” Clinton’s co-worker sighed and said,
“Your brother destroy
