Dem's Point of View
I need to rest, but before that, I need to call Mr. Christopher first.
"Hello Mr. Christopher?"
"Why is your number unreachable?" I looked at my broken cellphone in my left hand.
Sh*t. I think it will be deducted from my salary from him. It looks like this cellphone is still expensive though.
"I-I broke the cellphone you gave me ... I'm sorry," I heard Mr. Christopher just sigh.
"That's okay, the important thing is you're okay there. How's my grandson?" it was only then that I came back to remember what Alfeo did to me yesterday. I gently stroked my neck where his hand is still visible from there.
That one of his personalities looks dangerous, I think? Doesn't he have a private psychologist?
"Mr. Christopher, tell me the truth ... Did you lie about his Alzheimer's disease, huh? Because based on his actions I see now, that's not your grandson's disease."
