THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW
“You think we can trust him?” Mr. Bill looked up at Ian with a blend of fear and anxiety in his eyes.
Ian didn’t answer. He simply turned around and stared out the window, obviously deep in thought, biting and unbiting his lips, caressing his forehead intermittently
The woman who was always sitting behind the shadows in Mr. Bill’s office didn’t even flinch a muscle, aggravating Mr. Bill’s tension.
All he wanted was to get out of this place, the whole dream that has turned into a nightmare. He had always been in control, always had the last say, was always the one whom others were in awe of, and revered both in his presence and absence.
But here he was, cowering like a scared cat, an eagle who had lost its wings. However, as far as he was concerned, all
