Benjamin was in a meeting when I entered his building. I had concealed my bruises over neck and jaw with some makeup, not really wishing for him to know about a single detail about Carter and my encounter. I walked in once the meeting ended. Benjamin looked at me and motioned at the chair in front of him and I occupied it. He rose his brow as he has now stopping tying in his laptop. I leaned back in the chair, confidence clear as day on my face. Never let your enemy see your weaknesses. My father had once told me. And especially to someone who had attacked our family, so many times.
Unlike, Carter, I must give Benjamin the appreciation of not indulging in women trafficking or harassing young girls for his wicked pleasure. He indeed was my family's murderer but less, very less disgusting
