After wearing so many masks, he lost sight of who he really was.
They say she's the definition of perfection, not a strand of hair out of place.
The truth, it is said to hurt, but soon cure. If so, then why after raising his voice multiple times was...
"As the thirty-fifth smartest person in the nation you should be able to track her with ease." Giordano grit out as Carmen shook her head furiously.
"I have no experience in that field." Carmen replied as he stepped forwards in frustration, gripping her shoulders.
"Please, I have someone I care about there." Giordano plead as she pushed his hands away, once again, shaking her head.
"No. No Giordano, I can't help," Carmen said apologetically, "there are detectives out there that you can hire to find her faster."
"They'll say I kidnapped her myself." He spat as Carmen sighed, stepping back.
"Then police will get to them soon, all they have to go to is a little more pain and then they'll be out."
"You know nothing of pain or suffering." He spat as she swiftly turned around, her red gown rising as she did.
"I apologise for interfering with your business, Giordano. If I can be of any help at all, please tell me so as I do wish to perform to the best of my abilities, as long as it's not...that." Carmen smiled, the corners of her eyes lifting.
"Damned bitch." Giordano muttered under his breath before walking away, irked at how she smiled in such a carefree manner while talking about such a serious matter.
As she disappeared around the corner, he walked with a perfect posture down the hallway, smiling at everyone he walked by. Pushing the double doors open he stepped out into his bedroom, struggling to breath as the air refused to reach his lungs. A lump formed in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes. Filled with a sense of hopelessness, his body refused to cooperate, black dots filling his vision as he collapsed onto the ground, wheezing. Is there anyone, anyone at all with a voice strong who is willing to help, he questioned but he already knew the answer.
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"I'm thirty-seven percent certain Miss Revendoz is behind that bank hacking. If it's not her, I'm not sure who." R analysed her web history, though the security was high, it wasn't enough to prevent one to easily access whatever she searched but many things had been completely wiped.
"If my theory is correct she went to the mall on Tuesday to meet up with Gabe discussing the Alura Con Viet. Adding it all up together there is a seventy-eight percent chance he is working with her. Furthermore-" R continued muttering as his eyes scanned over the data collected on the past two weeks.
"R, the results for the national exams are out." Fernando interrupted as R pulled his cheek, playing with the thick layer of skin between his fingers. Completely ignoring his butler he continued reading over the papers and watching the videos of her.
"R." Fernando raised his voice a little louder, sighing at the soon to be adult.
"R!" Fernando shouted as R broke the pen in his hand, snapping it between his two fingers.
