Chapter Ninety-One: Back To The Roots 

Thane’s POV

Gross silence.

By the time I walk out of my office and decide to head home, it’s already a few minutes past 4 PM.

Dumping the half bottle of liquor, I pick up my briefcase and head out of the office.

To my surprise, everywhere is as quiet as a graveyard. Deserted even. I know I gave Mark a set of nasty instructions earlier, but after downing so much alcohol, it's clear to me that they are not my problem.

A while ago, my head was thrown into a state of frenzy.

In front of the premises, Rufus pulls in and opens the door for me. While he drives out of the company’s premises, quite a number of reporters rush after the car, craving for my side of the story, perhaps, more gossip.

They gently smack the body of my car as they run after us until we eventually lost them.

“Do you have something to say?”

My tone is flat, as I catch Rufus’s eyes fixed on mine all through the ride.