Hector's POV
"Sir, aren't you going home tonight?" I was focused on reading the cases in my table when Dave came into my office and asked.
I did a quick glance at him and nodded as an answer, "Damn man, you've been working for straight two weeks, I didn't see you leave your chair for a week and half. Are you trying to kills yourself?" he asked.
I smirked at him, "There's no point in going home anymore," I whispered.
"What do you mean man? Look at you, you've lost weight already, you're not fucking eating well. I never saw you grow a beard before but now look at yourself. You look like a working mess. You didn't even sleep fuck man. What happened to you?" he said in a confused tone of voice, I just chuckled at him and continued working.
I need to finish this, "Just go home Dave, don't mind me, I need to finish this," I uttered.
"Man, that case wasn't even in a rush. Why are you working too much? Do you have a problem?" this time I stop what I'm doing and look at him.
"Dave, just go home," I said in authority as his boss. He stood straight before he saluted and left.
"Call me when you need me," I heard him say as the door closed. I sigh and resume reading these papers. He's right I have been working myself out for half the month because I don't see any point in going home if Olivia wasn't there waiting for me.
I stop when someone knocks on my door once again, "Come in," I uttered, looked at the door and waited for who would come in. my thought was it was one of my agents but I seated straight when I saw Dylan step inside wearing a white shirt and denim pants.
"Dylan, what brought you here?" I put the paper aside and wait for him to sit on the chair in front of my table. "Kuya, I came here to check on you, since you've taken over dad's position you have become so busy. I was waiting for you in your condo for a week but you never went home." he said, looking so worried.
"You stayed in my condo? How did you open it?" I ask in a serious tone.
He avoided my gaze as he answered, "Yes, and I saw how messy it is inside, I've cleaned all the beers on the floor, the broken vases and paintings, the TV, I've cleaned everything. I wanna ask you, is this about Anton's ex-girlfriend, Olivia?" my heart started beating so fast in a heavy way, hearing her name again.
Fuck I miss her! I clenched my jaw and faced my papers. "No, I was just drunk when I left the place." fuck, I going back to that feelings again.
I fucking drown myself to work, just to avoid this fucking pain but it keeps coming back when I heard her name from other people.
"I heard from Anton that she went back to the Philippines, so is that the reason why you are doing this? Killing yourself at work?" I tried ignoring what he said but he continued.
"I saw her wig and some of her clothes in your condo, are you two dating?" Dylan looked me straight in the eyes, "Stop asking Dylan, this is none of your business. If you don't have anything important to say then leave. I can't waste my time, I'm the director."
"Do you like sitting in our dad's position? Did you finally aim your goal? Are you happy? Did you let go of that girl because of this shameful revenge?" I couldn't help my temper; it just roasts up when she brings this fucking revenge out.
I grab his collar and grip it tightly, "I said, stop it, Dylan!" I darkly said, making the words strong for him to fucking understand. I don't want a fight.
"Why would I? Are you still mad at me and my mother, and still blaming us how your mother die----" I lost it and punched him really hard, he fell down on the floor and this raging anger inside of me just busted out
