Wallace followed Zeb when the latter went out of the office after that day’s work. It was already past six in the evening when he glanced at the digital clock near the navigation system. He was in the backseat of the COO’s car staring at the back of Zeb’s head as he drove smoothly.
“Don’t you go to my wife. Or else, I’m going to kill you!” he warned. It was just maddening on his part since Zeb could not hear him. Or anyone for that matter.
The ghost still seethed. He was thankful enough that Zeb was not going to his wife’s workplace. Instead, Zeb stopped by a restobar. It was a place known for foreigners to pick up girls.
Wallace scoffed when Zeb found himself a woman in her twenties. She came up to him as he drank some blue cocktail after eating his dinner that was composed of beef ste
