Achilles' Point of View:
I did. I did see the ruins the next day, waking up to sixty five messages from Isabelle—all of them vividly disturbing to read.
I scrolled through all of them, and some of them were good enough for me to pick on:
"You crazy bellend!!"
"Pick the fucking phone up, you wanker!!"
"You've got to be shitting me, pick the phone dickhead!!"
"Asshole!"
I scrolled down to the last message which was her, very politely telling me that she's gonna come over if I didn't reply in 15 minutes:
"You fucking piece of shit, I'm coming over to you shitty house if you didn't reply in 15. You asshat!!"
I shrugged when I saw that the message was sent thirty three minutes earlier, so she probably wasn't open to a negotiation. So instead, I left her on seen and started to get freshened up. After all, I am a CEO with a reputation to maintain. Can't be seen like this now, can I?
