WRONGDOING
chapter 15
it did not feel like a month had passed since that incident, my physique had recovered but not with my heart so sore.
I was stunned to stare at a man who offered me his generosity now, he accidentally listened to my conversation with my foster sister's daughter through the mobile call earlier.
The princess told him that the idiot was being held at the police station with his two other friends due to a gang-rape case at the club,actually, I do not care if the man dies, but my heart says that others want to always know about him, even though he has made a big wound in my heart.
"may I sit down.? ask revan later...
I immediately flinched, eradicating without thinking about the consequences that would wait for me in the future.
there was something in the man's tone that felt like it was provoking the limits of my privacy, it was creating the perception that he was a figure who liked to dominate everyone just by the way he squealed and it made me nervous.
I began to notice his stiff movements, as if he had just slipped on a snowy road with his waist down first.
he pulled the back of the chair slightly putting himself there, he said,
and reached into something from behind his camera pocket, thrusting it carefully.
a name card whose glossy paper was turned into my grasp...
I pay attention to every detail that is amazing, the typography that is specifically designed, the company logo, to all the colors of ink that are engraved beautifully there.
I assumed that he wasn't the random person our boss brought into the company, but why would he bother getting into my business ?
I mean he's been eavesdropping on our conversation, and I've forgotten the most important life lesson about being wary of strangers.
maybe that guy's a crazy psychopath
as in the stories of the novels I read, or it could have a specific purpose for me.
I read the boldly printed name in the letter of the capital, glanced at the jaws of the peach overgrown with beard and bewok and then put his business card near my coffee cup, ouw it turns out he's a business man and an art business entrepreneur...
revan once again I spelled his name in my head, scanning his facial expression
which remains flat overall.
and feeling the instant sweat pouring down my forehead, he was still very handsome for the size of someone twice his age above me. Also looked more like a bandit than a businessman...
there was no ring around the ring finger of the revan, so I again struggled with a number of my own assumptions about the man's intentions.
I had suspected that he was a charming old bachelor who had to be left out by the environment due to his strange nature or he was indeed troubled by his personality, which was too cold.
"mr Revan," said I to melt the atmosphere
awkward between the two of us, tucked a strand of my hair out of the path of my left earlobe, and again observed the handsome face.
"Sorry, Revan wants to drink something...
"Call Revan only if outside the office do not use frills." said Revan
"why should I just revan, then,? my answer is maximum...
he immediately looked at me and cleared his throat...
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