Chapter Thirty-five
Zaire stood in the conference room where Paul had told him to wait for him.
The room was filled with several floor to ceiling windows and he was currently standing by one, his expression grim and his stance, very regal.
Zaire was wearing a wine coloured custom made suit, that gave him a very sharp look. His hair was styled neatly and he looked as dashing as a moviestar, just standing there silhouetted against the wall.
He thought back on the days he was at the orphanage, lips curving into a faint smile as he remembered the sister Mariah and old sister Agnes, the head nun at HopeCradle Orphanage.
He remembered his days of working his ass off, trying to make end meet, and also trying to please Vanessa and he grimaced in distaste of how foolish he was.
He recalled th
