Chapter 42
SOME YEARS BACK,
ROBERT HUXLEY
I can't keep living like this.
I just can't.
My wife.
My children. How do I take care of them?
Working in Dunes isn't paying me so well.
I can't be doing this. Working from morning till night only to be paid a chicken fee.
I need to find a solution.
A workable one.
"So what do you intend to do?" Joe said.
Joe was my friend.
A colleague who studied the same course as me; Accountancy.
We were potential big boys. That was what he had always called us from school.
He was richer.
But I was never envious of his wealth and how comfortable he lived.
Countless times I paid him visits. We ate and drank together and even made merry.
That question rang aloud in my head.
"What do I intend to do?"
I had no answer to that question.
Not even
