"Ian, I have some good news for you," Easton smiled as he walked into Ian's office.
"Iker is dead?" Ian looked up stolid.
Easton could not hide the frown on his face. He knew that Ian's hate for Iker was deep, he just did not know that it truly ran as deep as wishing for his death.
Ian seeing the far from pleased expression on Easton's face said, "I was simply joking.".
"Are you really now? Are you really? Because I do not believe you were," Easton's frown deepened.
"That is left for you to decide. What news do you have for me?" Ian rested back in his seat.
"Let us clear one thing up first. Do you really wish Iker death?".
Ian sighed, "Why do you want to make a big deal out of this?".
"Answer the question, Ian. Do you really wish him death?" Easton repeated.
"He should have never been born in the first place, if he leaves this world, it would simply be recorrecting a mistake," Ian shrugged.
"It was not his mistake, it was not his choice," Easton frowned.
