Fifteen

Immediately, Donovan called Richard’s phone. He picked on the first ring this time and his arrogant voice sounded on the other end.

“I see you have heard the news. Well, it's not magic, your bitch came!” A shrill and annoying laugh to Donovan’s ears came from Richard’s mouth.

Donovan didn't say anything, instead, he ended the call. He became angry all of a sudden, he was supposed to be happy that they had been awarded the contract, but he wasn't. Donovan stood from the reading table area and then looked over at his friend, Andre, who sprawled over the bed.

Donovan went into the bathroom and then took his bath before coming back out. He went into his closet and got dressed; someone comes to deliver brand-new tailored suits to his room every day. Hence, he doesn't repeat outfits.

After getting dressed, he wore his designer wristwatch before walking back to the room. Andre was still sleeping.

Andre’s parents are billionaires, hence all he ever does was overseen the companies, at ho