Chapter 65 - Fifty -Five
ERWIN
"Are you sure about this?" Ruth asks, uncertainty sparking in his eyes. "Are you sure that it will not back fire?"
"Pretty much." I get out of the car and shut the door behind me.
"What do you mean pretty much?!" Ruth yells but his voice gets muffled because of the door between us, "Hey Erwin! You bastard get back here!"
I don’t heed him and walk to the entrance of the huge company building, "Wait here, I will be back in ten minutes!"
The receptionist doesn’t ask any unnecessary questions such as: do you have an appointment and other shit. Because of course I don’t have one. I am an uninvited guest whom you are not supposed to welcome.
I go to the direction the receptionist shows me. My leg is hurting but I can bear it. And other than that my leg and I will survive it even if we break it again. So no objection.
I glare the thick black door that stands before me and that fucker. I don’t even bother to ask before swinging the door open. Anger and fury has my heart in their clutches and my mind is billed with blood. I don’t really care if he provokes me now and I end up killing him.
Jean is seated right across from the door on his black leather couch. His one leg is resting over another. There is a glass of alcohol held in his hand, a cigarette is sticking out from between his teeth as he tries to light it up with a lighter on his other hand. A large bottle of whisky is standing on that small glass coffee table in his office.
I whistle, "What a sight, uncle Jean." I enter the room, the door slams shut by itself.
"Where are your manners?" He finally succeeds to light up his cigarette and ask playfully, "Don’t you know that you should knock before you enter?"