Chapter 81 Sebastian’s point of view I nearly went against the decision to visit his office. It took every ounce of my willpower to get inside my car and ride for here. So imagine the rage when his secretary was getting professional with me. I’m sorry but does it look like I’m here on business? I don’t care what image my outburst at her would have painted. All I care about right now is Ryan’s well-being, and when I was finally granted access to see his face, my walls faltered. Pity morphed into my expression uncontrollably, and I found myself taking quick strides towards the chair he was seated. There was little to no effort invested to hide his frustration. His hair was rough, and eyes puffy. I could say he spent his night wallowing even. I grabbed on his collar the moment I got to him, tugged him to his feet before I flung my arms around him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as his head leaned into my neck. “I’m so sorry.” I pressed myself further into his body. “Uhm,” he mouthed a
Chapter 80 Ryan’s point of view I’ve avoided my office long enough so it felt a little bit unusual as my feet padded down the hallway that led to my office. Bows and greetings flew my way till I arrived at the sole entrance of my workspace. My secretary was nowhere in sight, probably yet to clocked in since I’ve been scarce in attendance and wouldn’t be around to criticize her tardiness. I don’t even care. I just want her around so she can update me on the team’s progress about extracting Matthew Simmons’s hidden identity. I haven’t called her about it in a while and she hasn’t also. I’m curious if it’s because there was no update or if there was but it wasn’t important enough for my knowledge. I slept at Selena’s yesterday. We binged watch a show she called her favorite, and debate over topics while we were at it. I’ve kind of missed her. She’s actually so fun to be with it. I can’t believe she used to be a dull and reserved child growing up, it’s absurd. My mom hasn’t called
Chapter 79 Sebastian’s point of view Ryan was on my mind all through the night. Was he fine? Was he okay after we ended our brief phonecall? What exactly happened to him? He’s not usually like that. Heck he’s never been like that. I couldn’t concentrate on whatever it is I was here to do. Instead, I rush my meet up with the cops and was back on the fastest flight back to LA. “I thought we’d at least visit some places here before we return home you know..? Like get to know Chicago better and check out cool spots. Why are we rushing home?”Since I didn’t inform Donna about the call I had with Ryan, I couldn’t speak against her crash out. Albeit we were never here to do any of the things she said. We were here to find out more about this Matthew Simmons guy and how he was able to attack my company here, not to have a vacation or fun day in Chicago. “Is it me or you’ve been awfully quiet since I don’t know….?” I whipped my head around to face her. Concern lingered over her face and
Chapter 78Ryan’s point of view I grew up with an abusive foster father who hated me because I was a product of the woman who broke his heart. One would think he’d be happy to have my existence come out of his traumatic relationship with my mom, but he wasn’t, rather he was mean and abusive and cruel to me. The man I thought was my own father bullied me, he was my hell, and everyday I wonder then what it was I did to him that took away my innocence. Did I in heaven perhaps urged my mother to break his heart or what was it exactly I did to make him take the blame out on me? I struggled and endure his constant anger. Which never got better and only worse when he discovered my not very platonic affection for my best friend. He sent me off to some asylum. He said I needed fixing, he imprisoned me. And just when I thought the sky had took pity upon me with the arrival of my mother and my true family. I had no idea about the life I was going back into. The new life was suppose to be
Chapter 77 Sebastian’s point of view Never took Chicago for a city of cold, but here I am wrapped up in the warm embrace of my duvet as we intend to spend the night at a rented penthouse for the weekend. We got into the city late so there was nothing we could get done. Except we get comfortable, and plan against tomorrow. Donna was in the room next to me, probably asleep since her room was the first thing she rolled into the moment we arrived. She’d already endlessly on how tired she was, it’s only sensible she trips into a deep slumber upon our arrival. I on the other hand. Well I wouldn’t say I’m tired, I’m never tired, I just simply need to gather my thoughts and strategize.I wasn’t just here to honor some detective’s request to interrogate. No, I couldn’t care less about their investigation. It’s incompetent anyways so why bother. I’m rather here to see as well as know for myself how this mystery enemy was able to get to me. My phone rang next to me, a disruptive buzz into
Chapter 76 Ryan’s point of view The car’s door clicked open for a well shrouded figure to slid into the seat opposite me. He was claded in an all black fit, that could easily fit him as an assassin. “Mister Growan.” He bowed before extending a palm out for me to shake. I took it out of politeness. “You said you have news,” I said in reminder to what prompt our meetup. “Yes,” he responded before his attention shifted to the portfolio he had in his other hand. He adjusted his position to sit the bag down on his thighs, then worked open the cover so he could dip his hand into it. His hand pulled back out retrieving photographs and documents additionally. “These wouldn’t look good in a mail or in a drafted message. I needed to show you as well as explain to you,” he said as he passed the stuffs to me to review. I took the photographs to inspect, it was of my father shaking hands with another man who I could tell was a dangerous man simply from this picture. “Your father was invol