FORREST
IT WAS gut-wrenching, terrifying s**t to face him today—the person I feared for years, François Xavier. In a few minutes, I would be standing in front of him—face to face—eye to eye.
The thing that feared me the most was if I could walk out of here alive after this most anticipated meeting. I knew for a fact that people feared him, followed him like a goddamn god, and I was nothing, no one to him, to anyone. I was just an insignificant businessman, nothing more.
The five-star hotel lobby was busy as always. These people were not aware that a dangerous person on the planet was just staying above their heads.
I scanned around as I entered with nerves buzzing through me. This whole situation wracked every bone in my body and made me think if it worth my efforts. I hoped it is.
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