Louis strolled down the hallway with the same feeling as before. He didn’t like the feeling of killing someone at all. He couldn’t sleep that night and had black spots under his tired, baggy eyes. Who was he to take someone else’s life? It was only god who could do that and there he was the day before, smiling while someone died. But it was Oliver, he deserved to die, didn’t he? He had killed his Denies after all.
That thought made him feel more at ease and pushed him to think about other things like work and put that incident out of his mind.
Phoebe had took that day off, saying she had an important meeting with someone she knew from a long time ago and couldn’t miss the chance. Louis being the kind boss he was, accepted immediately and excused her from work. She had pr
