"You came here to say this?" My dad didn't even stand up like others in the board-room. Why would he?

"Yes, Mr. Farhan." I despise calling him dad. His eyes reverted to something on my shirt.

"What's the matter about the blood?" He trembled but I swear, it's not his concern about me, but he cared what other members in the meeting are seeing.

"Never mind, Mr. Farhan Blaze." I turned back to the glass door, "I swear to god, if again I get to know you and mom force me to get married with that ugly bitch or try Arthur to insist on me, I would not hesitate to take out the G-U-N of mine."

I heard a thud over the table, and it's my dad.

"Zayan!! Mind what you are saying!" Mr. Farhan joked, I guess.

"I just did, sir." I am not sure how many of the loyal workers of the company are gaping at us.

"You are going to marry Lucia, I just don't get what's stopping you from that. Are you in love with anyone else? Just spill the bean, son."

"Where would I love anyone when I am inside your fist, Mr. boss?" I shrugged and raised my voice.

Everyone gasped, and my father frowned. "What do you mean by-"

"I mean, you are just dictating every single chapter of my life without even realising whether I am existing with a heart or not." I breathed, "If Asher was alive, you would've made him the CEO, the proud heir of Farhan Blaze!"

He didn't blink once and the whole ceiling, wall and table froze when I sounded sarcastic.

"You are not talking another word, Zayan."

"That's the truth, Mr. Farhan. Everyone knows, he died because of you, and you are replacing me just because he's not here."

My dad menacingly marched towards me with red in his eyes and I know what's coming.

He raised his hand to my face but I stayed ice-cold without any move of my lips as Arthur, my secretary, defended me.

"Mr. Farhan, please stay calm. I try to talk to him." He convinced my dad, badly begging, but the strange look in Mr. Farhan's eyes, like I am his adopted son, didn't leave for one bit.

"TAKE HIM AWAY!" He yells. It's the statement when he says to the maid when the turkey is not cooked well for dinner.

"Hah!" I rolled my eyes, chuckling to myself, hiding the misery building in my heart, which I buried two years ago, along with my brother Asher.

"I am not marrying any chicas, Mr. boss. Not for you, not for anyone." I kicked one of the swivel chairs to make it fly near a woman worker in the office and she almost screamed and everyone else flinched as if an earthquake had arrived in the hall as I walked in.

Yet no one dared to speak. Once did, they knew how many of them would be fired by me. It's not new for them either.

Arthur called my name twenty times, but I strode all the way to the elevator and the doors of it slide together. It feels like the whole world is getting foggy by the frustration.

"Fuck!" I hit the walls of the elevator with my fist and yelled at my fate. Why was I born? No one really cared I did. My childhood was a nightmare for all the nightmares. My father would leave for work almost 365 days of a year and 366 days if it is a leap year.

I never experienced his love or affection, unlike Asher had. He was seven years older than me; he had everything.

Mr. Farhan would play with him once he arrived home and buy him gifts, which would be better than what I receive. My mom... she is a jewel addict who appears in front of a mirror all the time.

I sometimes think she forgot that she had two children and barely noticed one of her kids is mentally broken.

As the elevator doorbell dings, I pull my tux coat closer to my chest and flush the memories away which I've been reviewing.

The fact that my brother had a fantastic life didn't get me anything to judge him or develop a grudge. Though my dad was and is a jerk, my brother would stay by my side and share everything he had. He taught almost everything he knew.

I or anyone never saw me cry when I'm with him. He is literally my half-soul. Sorry... He was my half-soul but he snatched it from me when he was gone.

I usually forget he died and is not anymore with me. But that's the tongue-biting truth.

My shoes were slapping over the floor as I pulled the car keys of mine and passed the entrance of the company where I am the fucking CEO for heaven's sake.

"Hello! Excuse me, please, sir!" A voice of a familiar girl blocked my way, and I looked at her.

Ugh! Couldn't get who she was.

I just kept walking, tapping my forehead, "Close the company by two hours ahead. I don't want anyone to work tonight." Telling the reception, I climbed down the stairs.

"Sir, I came to talk to you. Do you remember me? I am Livi-"

"Fuck off!" I totally forgot that I ignored the random girl just now. She stopped coming behind me or went to wherever she went, I don't give any fuck.

Clicking the button, I got inside my car. I want Arthur to not know where I am heading. I just want to disappear and not give shits to anyone. Knowing I've messed up with my dad, he'll be with a plan to fire my butt at dinner.

I need to prepare my mind for that. Of course I roasted him in public, which I aimed for and great job, Zayan!

I threw the blood-tainted pliers from the dashboard to the seat next to me and turned on the windscreen wiper. How badly I wanted to kill the guy, who I kept in my guest house. I just left him tortured to see my dad in a hurry.

The car freshener smelled satisfying along with the smell of his blood on my shirt. I sighed before driving in the rain to my guest house.

Just a beer won't settle the tides in my chest; there's a tsunami.

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