His Biggest Regret Was Me
Ray could not help feeling deeply sorry for the cruel fate the man before him was now forced to endure.
As soon as the main door closed behind Ray, Charlie walked toward the corner of his office, heading into a private room separated by thick walls—a place where he often rested whenever he was too tired or too unwilling to go home. He grabbed a change of clothes, put them on with slow, weary movements, then swallowed several of his blood pressure pills.
Charlie sat silently on the edge of the bed. He switched on his phone, and almost instinctively, his fingers opened William Vanguard's social media page once again. A new post immediately appeared at the top of the feed.