Was he doing this right? Normally he would not waste his time on this, but if it stopped the baby's incessant cries he had no choice. "Shhh… be quiet," he said, rocking the baby in his arm. He hesitated, but he eventually picked up the baby. Where was that nanny he hired to look after this child? He was going to have to fire her tomorrow. The baby was tossing around in its crib, crying out for a mother that had abandoned her. He stared at the corner of the room there was a double bed and a crib next to it. He examined the room around him the shelves and floors around him used to be cluttered with books and notes, but now they were empty. He reached the top and moved through the passage to enter the main room. As he got closer to the top he could hear it, the sound of a baby crying. One of these days he was going to restructure Towa Hills to get rid of all these bloody ladders. Whose bright idea was it to decide that the best way to enter a room was by climbing a ladder? He would have fired the architect of this design if he had not already done that. He walked some more until he was facing a ladder that led to that woman's room. He stepped away from the entrance and entered one of the rooms located on this floor. He walked down the stairs and continued on his path until he was at the entrance of Towa Hills.Īll he wanted to do now was exit through this door and get a drink, but that woman left something of hers behind in her former room. He continued on, going through door after door to reach the main stairway. Good, it would damage his reputation if his workers saw him in this state. Nobody was around, not even the cleaners. From his position, he peered down at the floor below. He walked fast out of his office, locking the door once he was out. He needed to cool down his head fast else he might do something he would regret. He couldn't even take legal action against her the people she was with now had power he would not dare fight against. After everything he and his company had done for her, she turned tail and fled once she got what she wanted. Even though the letter had been reduced to nothing more than scrap on his desk his anger still remained. He tore up the letter again and again and again until he couldn't anymore. By the time he had finished reading, he was at his boiling point.
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