Anthonio's leg ached so badly, that every step he took felt like toture. Pain shot up his legs, without stopping. He sat down carefully, stretching his legs fully, on a small sofa stool. He hadn't had this sort of pain, for the longest he could remember. Being BlueBird's CEO wasn't simple.
He had stopped his daily exercise routine.Meal times, had been replaced by what he had forbidden himself to eat— Junk and coffee, his stressors had increased, and his immunity against flu, and respiratory infections, increased. He was too young to die, and he hadn't even scratched a tiny bit of what he needed to do for BlueBird. He had a point to prove to everyone, especially Lucas, that he had what it took to run BlueBird.
Anthonio bit his lips again, and looked away from his legs. He needed to visit Olean's. If anything happened to him, people—Lucas, would sneer at him, and mock him to death.
