That night, even though I didn't plan to come before, I attended the night event. Tonight is a volleyball game. And as usual, there are old men at the corner of the building. But unlike usual, there are only two men.
Jonathan is one, the other one is the president of the company my father used to work at.
"Where's that guy? It's rare for him to not come. He's usually the one who arrives first with his bike," Jonathan said.
"I don't know. There's also supposed to be a meeting from my company with his but the people from his company suddenly canceled it," the president of the other company said.
His name is Caine. The other twister game enthusiast. My dad's former boss.
And I am here tonight to tell these two about the assassination attempt this afternoon.
"You two, I don't think Jerry will come tonight," I said.
"What happened?"
