Chaos Is My Crown
Dada stood up slowly, walking over to the bar and pouring himself a drink like this was just another complicated business problem that needed solving.
“I don’t like things I don’t understand,” he muttered, taking a sip.
“Same,” I replied under my breath.
Because that’s the truth.
I don’t like gaps. I don’t like missing pieces. And right now?
This whole situation feels like someone is ten steps ahead… and I can’t see the board clearly.
That’s not acceptable.
A soft buzz pulled my attention to my phone, and I picked it up immediately, my eyes scanning the screen.
A message.
Bab Populer