"Do I care?"
"Don't bother-"
Tut!
Lucas threw the origin of his expensive cellphone on the table. He hates small talk. Let the man curse him there, after all, he has nothing to lose just because he doesn't hear every expression of anger with all the curses that come out of the man's rotten mouth. Gosh.. how often does he hurt other people's hearts because he doesn't like them? Even the harsh words wouldn't be enough considering he was too mean to them.
He was busy looking at his laptop again, which displayed many articles about business and a series of tables of the country's economic achievements. Yes.. what else can he do besides relying on this job? That's a bit of a talent that he has other than being the leader of the Mafia, right? At least if he is going to end the black world, he still has a myriad of treasures that can suffice him in the future.
Drrtt...
