Unravelling The Billionaire's Mask
ould be heard all the way to the end of the island. A glass of cha
rumoured to have an illegal business with blood on his hands. His name was always in my head when I recei
operated under the shadow of the law, with rumours of a busin
step quietly towards him. As we got closer, he turned his head, as if he noticed m
, as if we were old acquaintances.
iting for this opportunity for
said my name. However, I tried to maintain m
e," I replied with a faint smil
ted, Miss Harper. In fact, I've been waiting for you all along. This feast, food and drink
d for me?" I a
e. "Because you came here for no reason, right? I know who you are, Miss Har
is face, trying to read what was hidden behind hi
entre of the room, there was a soft sofa that looked comfortable, with a small table i
while he walked to his desk, took a bottle of wine, and two glasses. Wi
s begin. You know me, and I know who y
"Oh, wait. Miss Harper, don't rush," he chuckled, more like a t
words. "I'm a journalist, Mr. David. Asking questions is part o
came from my mouth. He gave a small smile on his lips that w
ately fixed on it, and his smile grew wider, lik
r. David. Could you tell me, what
in my hand, then looked back at me
y, keeping my casu
think for a moment, "I usually wake up in the morning, have breakfast, then head to the
at the office, having lunch with business partners. And in the evening..." He leaned for
exa
"Engaging in adult activities," he whispered. His
ed not to show it. David looked at me with a thin sm
comfortable. "Then, did you do all that on August 13th?" My que
tapping his finger on his glass, making a sound that almost resemble
rying to recall something trivial. "What make
ve him a chance to read my hesitation. "A date t
ticipated his opponent's move. "Rumors are always intriguing, aren't they?" He plac
lass, merging with the darkness outside. A moment later, he turned sligh
ually, I stood and walked toward him, trying to find answers with each ste
he view that evening seemed endless, the waves out in the sea rolling without stop. O
his hands into his pants pocket
is smile stayed on, thin yet meaningful. Finally, he turned toward me, his face so close that I
grow heavier, as if we were the
voice low, almost a whisper.
I tried to hide my reaction and r
s if he had gotten the answer he wa