Chapter 71

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A few days later

Lorenzo was in his room. He was done bathing and was standing in the mirror trying to put on some clothes. His thoughts went off to the heart-to-heart call he had with his father a few days before. He remembered his Dad notifying him of how the thick-skinned senator put in a good word to the other executives on his behalf. Deucalion had convinced them to give him at least a chance to show his worth and zeal. The news had been baffling enough when he heard it since the man he knew would never do so. Not after taking pictures of his personal life behind his back.

How despicable.

Deplorable.

To give him the benefit of the doubt, he might have done that to keep him in check. Who knows how his twisted mind worked?

However, he came to the realisation that he'd cared less about his reasons and neither was he planning on reading his mind.

But he had to say he'd been making appropriate plans since then regarding this very day. The day of his inauguration.