Another Millionaire

The person standing there shouted," Hey!!! you Bastard." Carlyx heard a familiar voice, he took up his gaze which fell on a fine man, wearing a fine black suit, with the tip of a white velvet handkerchief peeking out of its front pocket. Seems like another millionaire, who was staring with a cold gaze toward Carlyx. Who dared to call the cold-hearted master a bastard?

Carlyx quickly stood up from his chair and in a blink of an eye he took out his fine black pistol from the drawer beside him and loaded the gun with his strong veiny hands. He held up his arm and pointed the gun toward the man standing there.

Suddenly both men present in the room started laughing hysterically.

"Fuck you, Aaron, there you are still imitating the play we did in our high school," Carlyx said.

"And you played back with the same energy," Aaron replied.

They both hugged each other, like two friends who have been parted for a long time, and of course, why won't they hug like that, they have been best friends since their high school. Only one in a million people get to experience a strong friendship like this. And only one in a million people get to experience trauma as Carlyx had. Anyways, they broke the hug. Carlyx signaled with hands to Aaron to come and sit.

Carlyx made him sit in his big office, on matte black leathered sofas that were placed in front of big glass windows. The big windows showed a beautiful view of Chicago city.

Aaron is the only friend of Carlyx for the past 10 years. Both knew everything about each other. All harsh pasts, all scars, all wounds. Both believed each other more than anything. Both held each other when one of them was falling apart. Has always kept each other's dark secrets. A strong relationship of friendship that nobody can break.

Can someone?