/-Oscar-/
Carter slammed the papers on the desk and glared at the man tied to the chair.
"I paid you to replace me for just a month and what do I get? Pictures of happy dates, you dancing like a woman in a club with media freaks, then inviting my girls over to put on a show for my girlfriend and the boys sneaking c***k into my house. You had one just one job! Keep everything in place until I return! " Carter growled and I stepped out of his line of sight.
He pulled out a pen knife and walked to his replica. How does it feel to kill yourself? Not literally, but damn, the man looks just like him.
" I'm S-Sorry I-I was just t-trying to go with the flow " Fake Carter stuttered.
" My girlfriend thinks I hate watching her cheat. My men feel I'm a softie who'll let them get away with everyth
