MARTINS POV.
Seeing how neither of them spoke up in my defence or at least tried to calm him made me realise it wouldn't be the first time they had been acting this way; it was a common behaviour.
“You can't speak? You disabled and then retarded?” The. voice came on again, and he reached out his cigarette towards my arms as the ash fell on to my palms burning into my skin.
“You either speak, or I'll have this cigarette turned off in your eyes, and trust me, no one would come for you or even care about you,” he retorted.
“I'm Martins the son of the ceo , sent by my father; I believed he would have spoken to you of my coming." I asked, and I could see fear flash through all the orbs on hearing those words.
The man who was good before cleared his throat, and the others dropped their bot
