Part 8

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22nd January 2022

Ben's POV

"what? it's my day off! What the fuck do you mean it's urgent?! I work fucking 6 days a week and I can't have ONE FUCKING DAY OFF?!"

"Language, sir. I shall remind you that calls are recorded, always."

"..."

"You have been asked to be on duty only for a few hours. Herr Elias is returning from a private meeting with an important guest. We need you on the helipad to ensure the safety of the guest." 

"Why does it have to be me?"

"I am not going to waste my time discussing business matters with you, Herr Elias is not going to be disrespected by having any of your low rank subordinates accompany the guest."

"You just did."

"What?" 

"You wasted your time explaining it to me."

"Be here in the next hour." 

"Who is this special guest anyway?"

"  *click*   "  

.   .   .

I'm tired

So drained out, yet my body, energetic from the rage I was in. Furious, I walked through the hall. Expensive paintings, one after another passed by the side of my eyes as I walked. Picking up my pace to reach the elevator as fast as I could. I was frustrated, I wanted to get done with all this and head back home. 

The elevator's doors opened up before I could reach it, and came out the narcissistic trash, Elias's secretory. 

"You're on time, Ben." 

"I'm never late, Mavis."

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