14-a cup of poison

Oliver Castillo

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The phone rang again. I stared at the name engraved on the screen for a while before a heavy sigh of despair fled through my nose.

Monica. That was my mother's good name that she walked around with. She found pleasure in her name as if it was the best that one could have.

It was a pleasure to see her call after so many months. She remembered her son but I did not answer.

Shoving the phone into my pants pocket, I picked up a glass of champagne and took a slight sip. I could feel eyes on me, the silence between us meant I had an explanation to offer. But he knew me better than that, so he was going to get nothing.

Leo scoffed then lowered his gaze to his plate. He almost made me uncomfortable for a second.

"Anyway, you and Jason went for a drink last night?"

"You were the good boss, you did not want to join." I took a bite of my steak, it tasted almost bland making me lose appetite, or my mother was responsible for the feeling.

"I have a game to launch soon." He