It was a long night, extremely long. And so much so that for the first time a powerful man like him was also exhausted. He was making his way to his house, and all drained as ever. His hand still bleeding from the punch he had given Martin. It was necessary and he couldn't hold himself. Nothing but that had to be done to him. It was about time.
However, seeing him, that is what made it difficult for Arthur. Because all of his life he had tried his very best to control his anger, control his emotions, but sitting in front of Martin, that changed everything.
All that he had worked on, all of it dissolved into nothing.
At the moment, Arthur was back in his penthouse apartment, and in his private elevator. Taking him up to his house. He was all alone here and covered by golden lights all a
