[Dante]
I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse as calm as it often was. In fact, when was the last time something had made my heart race?
'I'm not sure I recall.'
Keith's apartment was in a part of town that reeked of bad decisions. Most tenants had either turned a blind eye to crime or were involved in it themselves. The fact that Keith had gotten himself tangled in drug peddling—stealing and reselling from my company, no less—only confirmed what I already knew. He was a pathetic excuse for a man. No, Keith was still just a boy in my eyes, but his father was someone worth respecting. That was the only reason I hadn't discarded the brat yet.
Stealing from my company was one thing but making one mistake after the other was beginning to get on my nerves.
As I rounded the final flig
