"I've not been feeling well these days, so don't call me anymore."
Afterwards, there was a busy signal from the receiver, and then it ended.
The CEO lit a cigarette. His scalp was very itchy, and he scratched it hard, causing some pain, likely breaking his skin.
He smoked, looking at the oppressive view outside the window, then suddenly cursed out a string of profanities, neck stiff, face flushed.
Feeding him tens of thousands each year, now telling him not to call, and even more infuriating is how others don't even speak a word!
They weren't like this when they were taking money from the company!
But soon he became rather dejected; sometimes knowing the truth isn't necessarily a good thing.
When he didn't know the truth, he was thinking about changing the situation, but after knowing the truth, it seems like he's lost the motivation to change anything.
After all, he's facing a group of monsters where politics and capital are entwined...
