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The white–washed wall seemed to be bleeding profusely like Ewan’s right fist when Sandro. stepped into Ewan’s home office.
He stood as he always did–when Ewan got this way–and watched his friend.
Ewan was sitting miserably on the floor with his head in his hands, hands stained with blood.
Sandro didn’t bother to ask for a first–aid kit or hurry to get one because this imagery right here. was as consistent as business in Ewan’s life; a side of Ewan, many people didn’t get to see.
This was the only way Ewan got rid of frustration and unexplainable feelings.
Yet Sandro was observant to note that it had increased since Athena’s banishment six years ago
And with her return, Sandro feared for his friend’s knuckles.
Sighing tiredly, he shut the door behind him.
Ewan showed no indication that he knew someone was in his office with him, until Sandro sat
down beside him.
“What do you have for me, Sandro?”
Sandro had a lot, but he just didn’t know how to get into it without pushing Ewan to punch his office walls again and again.
He didn’t want that to happen, because he wouldn’t be able to bear it. He would rather choose to be the punching bag.
“Did the shareholder speak? Which shareholder did you visit?” Ewan continued, breaking into Sandro’s thoughts.
Although he understood Sandro’s silence, he wanted the truth, so that he could process things better and put this bad day behind him.
He knew Sandro was holding back on the reports, because the latter believed making the reports now would trigger him to punch the walls again.
He knew his friend and assistant was avoiding the plague of guilt.
Ewan wanted to tell him that he was okay now, that there wasn’t anything to trigger, but he kept
silent.
Sandro understood him, even more than Zane did. And the former knew that the punching activity was a coping mechanism for him.
Sandro knew he would go crazy with the riotous feelings and thoughts in his head if he didn’t punch walls. The pain helped him to focus.
“I visited Ethan. He was the only one that agreed to meet us. Sandro finally said, stretching his legs before him. This might be a long night.
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“And what did he say?”
Sandro sighed. “He showed me the decrypted text. The long message explained in detail the closing down of the company, citing that our creditors are on our necks. It also painted the picture that we are down on funds, that everyone should find their way out of the company.
Worse, there were curse words to Leful clients and entitled shareholders, written in italics,
and attributed to you. Basically, it was a nasty text.”
Ewan exhaled harshly, his mind concocting the best way to retaliate against Athena and Zane.
“I don’t exactly know how Athena comes to play in this, considering she’s just a doctor…”
“She’s a counselor too. She’s many things. Who says she can’t even be a hacker? Ewan interrupted, lifting his head.
Sandro opened his mouth at Ewan’s frustration–ladened statement, then finally settled on a question. “She’s a consultant? Medical, I presume?”
Ewan shook his head. “General consultant, especially on financial issues, to Zane’s father. I did a little research. He’s not the only one. She counsels many wealthy people, consorts with them. I won’t be surprised if she’s in government too.”
Sandro’s jaw slackened.
“But Sandro, my question is: who is backing her up? We both know Athena for god sake!”
Ewan’s eyes were alight now.
What if you are the father? Sandro wanted to ask, but kept quiet.
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