Arthur, who was dressed corporately in a white shirt topped with black suit and blazer, leaned softly against the wall, eyes hollow and lips curled up into a smirk.
His eyes swept across the workers, some busy working, some gisting. The company was bustling with liveliness and his eyes looked bored as he glanced at them.
Crowd! Gist! People!! Laughing and smiling!! It wasn't his thing.
But he was here because of a particular someone, and not because he holds the largest shares.
After the call with Sheila earlier this morning, his mind couldn't sit at rest, prolly because of how she had sounded over the phone.
Sick? He needed to see for himself and know how she was doing. But the longer he waited, the almost impossible it is to see her.
Suddenly, he stood straight. A deep scoff escap
