The Revenge of the Injured Woman
Nervous

Larry and Athana's plan went well. The cooperation they established was able to bring both of them in a high position. Just one year passed, their company was already a large company that overshadowed many other companies. Support comes from everywhere, over time their business is growing rapidly, and that's all they get without cheating.

Now, to celebrate the success of their business, the two agree to visit Dove, which is getting busier and has almost no time to relax. Even that day, I don't know how long he's been scheduled. However, it can only be realized now.

"Dove, can't you just turn off your phone for a second? We haven't even had two hours together yet, but you've been on the phone three times" Larry grumbled as he lit a cigarette.

He was a little annoyed to see the behavior of his old friend, who had been busy with the ringing of the phone. Rarely did they get together like they are now. That's all he and Athana have relented, the three just gathered in the VIP room, in one of the restaurants that is quite close to the hospital owned by Dove.

"My work concerns people's lives, unlike yours which is only related to money and stocks. I can't ignore my responsibility for a second" Dove said as she landed her body back on the couch.

"Oh, so who just called the patient who was about to die?" Larry did not return Dove's gaze, instead focusing on the bottle of vodka that had just opened.

"Heh, your mouth is guarded! Just indiscriminately talk. My patient must be cured, must not die. And again, just now the phone was my subordinate, not the patient." Dove glared sharply, but Larry did not care. He continued to be busy enjoying the distinctive taste of vodka that began to flow in his throat.

Not far from them, Athana laughed crisply. Seeing the interaction of Dove and Larry that is not sweet, Athana feels funny, as well as happy. He knew, among the harsh words they had uttered, tucked away high concern. In fact, they are close friends. Evident from the attitude of Dove first, who wanted to help Larry and participate in the destruction of Johan.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Larry a moment later.

"I feel .. You and Dove are a great fit." Athana answered while putting down a glass of freshly gulped mocktail. Since leading a normal life, Athana has avoided alcoholic beverages.

"It looks like your eyes are having problems, Athana. It's good to come to the hospital, let me check intensely" said Dove, who then made Larry look quickly.

However, Larry had not protested Dove's remarks, the man had risen and walked away, because again there was a phone call coming in. Larry looked at him with squeaky eyes.

"Fucking fucking doctor! Has he fallen into poverty, so he can only hire fools who only disturb the boss?" Larry grumbling.

Again Athana only responded with laughter.

Unknowingly, Athana looked at Larry's face from the side, very charming. Not only was his face handsome, but also his charisma and wibawa emanated clearly. Strangers will know that he is not a random person.

"Larry," called Athana a moment later.

"It's good to drink less, for your own health. Remember, you are a heavy smoker. It is not good if it continues to be accompanied by alcohol," said Athana.

Larry did not answer, just turned his head and stared meaningfully, until Athana made a mistake.

"Sorry, I have no intention of setting you up. I only care about your health. But, if you think my advice isn't good, forget it." Athana smiled and tried to correct her words.

Larry still did not say a word, but immediately inched closer and cut the distance between himself and Athana.

"You only care about my health?" larry asked with a more fixed and sharp look.

"Yes." Yeah." Athana answered with a stammer.

Larry snorted coarsely, "Other times don't even care."

Athana is nervous. As a result, he just nodded slowly. The glint in Larry's eyes made his tongue twitch and could not pronounce a sentence. In front of Larry, his ability and bravery were indeed crumbling.

A moment later, Larry took his distance. Then, he shook the vodka bottle that was still half left.

"If it only cares about my health, forget it, it's completely useless. Because what I need .. isn't just that" Larry said.

Athana was pensive for a long time. Larry's words sounded ambiguous, and he couldn't guess what he meant.

"You don't want to say anything, Athana?" Again, Larry spoke. He raised a difficult question, complete with his sharp gaze.

"I .. i___"

Seriate...