【51】 Business Queen!

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Some people say that psychopaths aren't made, they are born

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Some people say that psychopaths aren't made, they are born. On the same note, some believe in its vice versa.

However, according to me, neither of the two justifies the psychopaths at all.

Because they can be born like any normal individual and given the same treatment as them.

But it's all their mindset which gives them an extraordinary taste of their life.

Their unusual tendencies to think might just be the consequence of their different perspectives, justifying that they are not actually made.

In fact, they just discover a new way of an already existing process. And as this cycle continues, they find a new personality in themselves.

Everyone receives some kind of judgement in their life and normal human beings care about being judged.

However, psychopaths simply don't.

I believe that a psychopath is just a word a human kept for a human, who behaves unusually different from a human.

Speaking about psychopaths, there is one standing at the back stage, covering her head with a shawl.

Let's ask her what she is up to.

"Hey grandma, what a pleasant surprise." I say in a sarcastic tone I barely use.

She flinched and turned around to look at me while shivering.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my expression was almost serious by now.

"Uhh..Ruvit?" She trembled.

"What? Shocked to see me knowing well that it should be the opposite?" I crossed my arms and placed it on my chest.

"I-It's not what you think!" She defended, her low voice still hesitant, "I'm here for some work."

"Fool others, not me. We share the same blood." I lifted my shoulder, "Unfortunately."

She gritted her teeth, totally helpless.

It was her fault to assume that she could go unnoticed by me.

Maybe I was already expecting this kind of scene because I'm aware what schemes she is capable of plotting.

When I was leaving the auditorium at first, I got a glimpse of her, hiding behind the cameras.

Even in those two seconds, her disappointed face was all I saw.

Whatever, It's not like I exist to entertain her or anyone particular beside my woman.

"Why are you here?" I asked coolly.

"I can't tell you that." She offered an answer, not providing enough satisfaction.

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