Davien tidied up his suit before going inside his car.
“CEO, you doesn’t look well. Do you need some rest?” His secretary asked peeking through the front mirror.
Davien glanced. “No... I'm fine.”
“Sir, it’s not good to keep declining. Your health is important.”
Davien rested his chin on the back of his right hand. Looking at Secretary Hill, he said, “What can we do?”
His Secretary sighed. “Even though Sir, we cannot just keep a blind eye to it. It might get worse.”
“It is worse now so... it will worsen eventually. I know.”
“That’s why Sir, just go to doctor and ask for instructions so that your PTSD—”
“Are you going to drive or not?” He coldly asked.
Hill went silent and felt guilty.
Davien closed his eyes, that traumatic experience, when can he forget all of those? It was
