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Giovanni

“Any updates about her?” I asked Ace who simply stares at me for a moment while standing across the table. My schedule for today is very hectic that I needed to stay in my office to do things. Sometimes, I hold guns then there are times when I hold a pen to approve money transactions.

Funny, isn’t it? Two different objects yet they somewhat resemble each other’s purpose. I held the gun to kill. Once the tip hit the head of my victim, it already served its purpose. Meanwhile, the pen felt the same. Once the tip hit the surface of the paper I am holding, it’s already served its purpose.

Both of them only mean one thing, it’s signing a deal. A fate. Destiny, they say. Guns and pens are just an ironic symbol of sealing someone’s destiny. And what’s worse? I needed to hold both of them with my own hand. I needed to feel their warmth and grip it tightly in order to use it.

Fuck this shit.

Who cares about dealin