ELDRITCH
8 YEARS LATER...
I was walking past through the building staffs and employees going in to the elevator with my laptop bag on my shoulder and a white folder while others are greeting me and complimenting my wholeness, from head to toe, but I refused to greet back and just stay as what I am then and now.
Emotionless. Cold. Blank and authoritative in every single ways they know and how I visual it.
“Good morning, ser Eldritch. Pst, floor of the CEO, pressed.”
I smirked as I heard her commanded her colleague.
As I reached my floor, I walked my way not minding their greetings again. I made my way approaching my office as fast as I could. Iʼm a busy person and I donʼt want every single time to be wasted.
As I reached my office, my secretary open the door for me and Iʼm ambled tow
