“Well, it just shouldn't be. Everyone knows that this position is supposed to be yours,” Charles muttered.
Drey stretched out his hand to Charles, and he placed a cigarette there. Then, he helped him to light it up.
“It's ok, Charles. I don't even need the position to get what I want in life,” he muttered.
Charles nodded once. He actually knew it was going to come to this. Since Drey told him that he was going to Orange Park, it was then that he knew that he was going to abandon the quest for position.
Actually, Drey has never been after a position. He was just too good and had to hold some position as a result of it. The god of war award he got was out of merit.
Drey puffed the smoke for a moment, his thoughts straying towards nowhere in particular.
He wasn't supposed to kill Lucas
