Drake was silently watching the city from the rooftop before he went back to work. His mind was blank. He was not able to think of why fate had decided to play this cruel game with him. He had no clue what the results of the game would be this time. He was not in the right state of mind to handle this. People who were walking past him were looking at him but he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to care.
He reached his department finding Lucy there gathering his things for him, like he had asked her before going to see the President. Of course at the time he had thought that the President was going to fire him from the company but he had not known that the man in question was Edward. That obsessive man who would rather die or kill someone rather than ever let him not matter the cost.
