Chapter 31: The die is cast...
Meanwhile, Desmond only managed to hold his composure before Davis, he wouldn’t want him to mock or laugh at him. He has his own pride and dignity to protect.
He wouldn’t give him the chance to go back to the office that had taken him years of continuous planning to occupy— otherwise all previous efforts will be waste.
In a slow measured steps he walked to his car parked at the side of the building where the driver Bob was already waiting while glancing at his wrist anxiously. Upon their arrival, Desmond had instructed him to wait for him for a couple of minutes but— it’s been two hours making him anxious by the seconds.
The rumour of Davis’ temperamental attitude is a well known secret in the elite circle, several stories has been weaved about it— reports of him beating up his staff when provoked, throwing things and destroying items.
Knowing how much both of them don’t get along the driver became more worried that they may engage into physical altercation.
"Thankfully, he is out at last", he muttered, relief washed over him as Desmond walked toward him.
In a the few steps he’s taken Desmond had felt his leg about to give way beneath him —but he wouldn’t crumble not now not ever.
It is surprising how he came here glorious but now leaving like the crippled. —The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. How can he compare himself to a crippled?
"Sir, ...are you... okay", the driver stammered as he approached taking notice of his footsteps slowly dragged towards the car, his face twisted in pain, his brow furrowed as he clutches his stomach—his discomfort evident.
Desmond nodded lightly in acknowledgement, the driver opened the car door and helped him to settle into the backseat of the car. After which Bob boarded the car and the door shut with a thud. Slowly, the car pulled out of Davis mansion.
"Are we still going to the company according to your schedule". The driver asked with worry etched his face.