Jason P.O.V
“How can my life be shattered in front of me? — Howwww!!!.” while trying to steady my breath.
“What would Mr. Felix think of me?”
“What would the board think of me?”
My knuckles whitened around the neck of the bottle. Red wine sloshed out, bleeding onto the marble.
I caught my reflection in the window— eyes wild. A stranger stared back. “They laughed at me,” he muttered. “Me. Jason Adams. Their goddamn savior.”
I took another gulp, the burn scorching my throat like punishment I deserved.
The room went silent except for my heavy breath— then the door burst open.
Brinda rushed into my room like it was her kingdom. “What gut I must say,” he murmured, watching as Brinda stormed in. Her slippers struck the floor, soft but loud in the silence, like tiny gunshots.
“How
