Twenty Seven

One bad thing I knew about Dale was his anger. Whenever he got angry, it was so hard to try to make him feel better. He could go angry for a month, and wouldn't even think of giving me a call. And, now that he thought I was going too far in this game, there was no doubt that he would interfere in this, and even ruin all of my hard work. 

Gulping, I turned to him. His stare became even intenser, no sign of sympathy or remorse hanging in those eyes. 

"They won't stop attacking you, will they?" He smirked. "Guess it's because they need their boss to ask them to leave. With a snap of my finger, they'll disappear."

I swallowed the lump of tears in my throat. He had planned all this? Being careful, not wanting Ivan to know Dale and I knew each other, I looked away.