CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He swiped through the news app on his phone, a scowl on his face. They weren't displaying his latest work... His fingers tightened on the device, and he stamped his foot in frustration. Why in the hell weren't they showing his work?
A few articles mentioned something about a murder in an expensive neighborhood, but none of them had pictures of his creation. Why? Didn't they see what he was doing?
He hissed in frustration, standing in the large hallway by one of the water fountains. A couple of onlookers slipped by, glancing in his direction. As they passed, they shot him another look and then quickly broke into whispering which they didn't seem to think (or care if) he heard.
He ignored them. He was used to being watched. He'd put in a lot of work for his physique aft
