Chapter 02.

An odd smell wafted through the air as Damon got closer to the fleets of cars packed.

Some hulk-like-looking men immediately blocked him when he was advancing toward the big boss's car.

"Restricted area, leave." One of the mean-looking guys ordered but Damon wasn't a bit intimidated by their sizes.

"I'm here to see your boss." He said simply looking at the giants right in the eyes, they can't use heights to intimidate him, he's blessed with height and the rough life on the streets had made him strong and very fit.

"Go into the office and wait. He can not attend to you now!" The other one with a face that resembled an angry Godzilla almost shouted at him.

The door to the car opened and he saw his course mate, he couldn't describe the feeling of joy and dread that was playing at the pit of his stomach but he decided to stay positive.

The security men weren't allowing him access and that really got him frustrated, he could struggle his way through but that might result in some punches exchanged so he decided to do what was best at that very moment.

"Frank!" He shouted his name and the boss immediately turned towards the voice that called him.

Frank peered at the face, rolled his eyes, and began to walk towards him.

"Let him through." He ordered.

Damon's hope was elevated, lest Frank didn't deny his identity, there are old friends who had.

"Frank, I'm so glad I could get to meet you. Good evening." He greeted excitedly but Frank just looked at him like some alien performing a drama in a different language.

"Save the greetings, Damon, what can I do for you?" He asked in the most dry voice Damon had ever heard but he chose to ignore him, he was here for the job and not to pass on comments about how he treated him.

"I'm sorry for the delay. I came here to look for a job but..."

"That's not my job, go meet the secretary. She'll handle everything and tell you what you need to know." He said cutting him short.

"I've already done that, I don't know the reason but they rejected me without even an interview." He explained but Frank only shrugged his shoulders.

"That's what you need to know, we can't hire you here." He uttered in a low tone.

"Why? I don't understand. Frank you should know me, I'm good at what I do, please give me a chance. I need this job badly." He pleaded with his hands folded in front of him.

"I don't understand you and I don't even wish to. Do you think that a low-life orphaned street rag like you could ever make it in the business world because you graduated with the best result in our department? Grow up Damon, you should stop hallucinating and go back to where you come from...ON THE STREETS!" He said with every ounce of hatred oozing from his voice as he pronounced the last sentence.

Damon was in a daze, it seems like his only hope of ever finding a good job is slipping away from his grasp but he was not going to give up; he needs this job and he'll do anything he can to gain it.

"Frank, please I desperately need this job. You know I'm capable, please just give me a chance, please."

Frank gave a short laugh at the pleading man in front of him, "Do you want me to have you thrown out of my company or do you choose to leave at your own will? You're nothing Damon and you'll always be nothing. No matter how good you are, you'll always be unworthy." He sneered.

For the first time in his life, he felt the stings of someone's words, and his inner burning sensation that he'd kept hidden all those times when he was been insulted, mocked, degraded, humiliated, and looked down upon suddenly surfaced and he was having a hard time trying to keep it in.

"Go home Damon, your wife's billionaire family treats you less than the non living things in their house, so you stop dreaming so high and go live with your wife." The mockery in Frank's voice was pure and evident, he wasn't even trying to hide it.

Damon's anger was only being fueled by those words he's hearing and if that son of a bitch continues, he's going to show him what he's made of. He might not have power, money, and fame but he got his strength to keep him shut and hospitalized for months.

Frank came closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Not even as a watchdog, I'll never employ you to lick where I walk, you're not just worth it. Do you understand that? Get that into your thick skull and get the fuck out of my company premises!" He shouted in his ear but Damon didn't flinch, instead, he had his fist clenched hard and his head bowed trying to control his temper.

He doesn't wish to get involved in a police case again, his burning anger had always landed him in the police cell where he's tortured inhumanly on the order of those spoilt brats, he doesn't mind the torture because it only seems to make him stronger and more fierce but he minds now because of his wife.

"Get your hand off me, Mr. Frank," Damon said with clenched teeth, he's unable to keep the anger in check now and his hand on his shoulder is giving it a spark.

"Ohhhww, look at you...you should be happy that I'm touching a low life like you. Anyway, I'll reconsider giving you a job if you can do me a favor in return." He said in a serious note and Damon looked him in the eyes.

"WTF! Your eyes are fucking bloody." Frank shouted and Damon rolled his eyes.

"Don't mind, it would go back to normal if you stop provoking me. It's in the gene." Damon explained with a feigned smile when he saw the fear in Frank's face seeing his blood shot eyes.

That's how he has been for as long as he could remember, whenever he's trying to keep his anger in, his body reacts so violently on the inside that his eyes white would be covered in little blood but that's always a rare case, his anger rarely gets to such a level.

"Whatever, are you willing to abide by my condition?" Frank asked with a wave of his hand.

Damon looked a bit skeptical about the whole issue, as far as he could remember; conditions given by those wealthy assholes are never good. In a real sense, it's something one would never be able to do and the thoughts of Frank's condition are making him cringe but he decided to hear it, if he doesn't like what he's hearing, he'll take a walk.

"Alright, Frank. Let's hear the condition." He said, his voice filled with doubts he can't help but feel.

A dubious smile appeared on Frank's face and at that particular moment in time, Damon knew he was not going to like the condition.

Frank moved closer to him to the extent that Damon was breathing in his rich intoxicating male Cologne.

"You don't really have to be so close you know." Damon muttered but it only earned him a deep chuckle from Frank.

"Oh, whatever I'm going to say only needs to be heard by you." He muttered and leaned closer to Damon's ear.

Damon looked around and saw people looking at whatever was happening, he's used to such crowds and his embarrassing videos always trend for a few days. He prayed no drama would warrant anyone making any video today, his wife's family would find a reason to taunt him for days or weeks.

"I'll give you a job if you'll allow me to have your wife, it's going to be a secret though, all you have to do is bring her to see me at a particular spot and leave the rest to me...she won't even know what happened. I'll get what I want and you'll get yours, it's a win win." He whispered in his ears and Damon's body went rigid with anger.

Frank pulled away from him and stood, waiting for his answer. Damon was at war with the devil inside him wanting to kill Frank for uttering such abominable words from that stench filled mouth of his.

"Take your words back!" He growled at him almost silently but Frank smiled.

"I'll give you some high position that would pull you out of the street, all you have to do is allow me access to..."

Frank was cut shut by Damon as he grabbed his neck and began to strangle him. Frank's security men were quick to come but Damon's hold on Frank was too strong.