Alex's POV
After that fire, I started experiencing insomnia occasionally. I often dream of forest fires, the wailing clients desperately clutching my suit, angrily questioning me why.
"You promised," they say.
"Why not pay out?!"
"What clause doesn’t meet the conditions?!"
"Compensate us!"
In the dream, they would rush towards me, stabbing my heart with knives, calling me a fraud. I have experienced similar confrontations in real life before, but before I got hurt, security would drag them away from me, escorting me into the bright company building. Later, I learned from the secretary that the person who attacked me, Mr. Bernard, was prosecuted and jailed. I don’t blame him at all. I truly feel sorry for him.
Just a few months ago, Mr. Bernad and I were friends. He would show me his
