Marco's p.o.v
“Come in.”
The door cracked open, I didn't bother to look up.
“Don.” Matthew called, waiting for permission to speak, I nod for him to continue. “Someone is here to see you.” He informed.
“Not interested.” I simply dismissed. I don't have the time for any of those greedy businessmen, who are only interested in doing business with me just to rip me off.
“You might want to see him, Don.” Matthew insisted.
Oh? Then this must be an interesting person, I leaned into my swivel chair and adjusted myself and took a deep breath.
Getting tired of Matthew's anticipating stare as he awaits my response, I took a calm exhale. “Who?”
“Michael Bruce.”
Michael Bruce?
Why is he here? Michael is a forty-four years old, who's recently awarded three star general for his braveness and
