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Chapter 1
Chris pov
It's 30 mins after 7 in the morning. Standing in front of my mirror I shaped my lightly gel hair, adjust my Rolex GMT- master 11 wristwatch which of course is my best wristwatch and also the most expensive.
Vroom vroom my phone on the table vibrated. It is my secretary, Ivy.
"Oops I am late already?" i exclaimed
"She won't stop her nagging today, she's just like her mother" I said in low voice like she is behind me.
Ivy is a very loving troublesome sister with the habit of not knocking before entering my room, she once barged in my room while only having boxers on.
Well she is a sister to me. I picked up the call, next thing I hear was a voice like wakanda warrior in a battle.
"What are you doing at home don't you know you have an interview today"
I cut it off immediately and I step out of the house enter into my McLaren car and drove off.
Even though I live in a big mansion, I have no servant or maid in my house which kind of make it so lonely.
I am like a walking time bomb that might explode anytime, suffering from trauma I had as a kid. Truth is Ivy is my stepsister and I have no idea who my parents were.
Ivy's mother adopted me at an orphanage home. I was only 8 years old, on taking me to hospital for check-up the doctor said that I have traumatic brain injury.
I was too young to understand then on how much the memory I lost will have impact in my life.
And I do suffer from flashbulbs and intrusive memories which usually comes with a pain in my head, clearly I am suffering from a trauma.
I always have this memory of a man being shot severely whom I assume to be my dad and this fragments of memory is usually caused when I suddenly see a bright ray of light.
AT A COMPANY WITH NAME "AIDE"
Chris enter the building and the workers greet him bowing their heads as he walk by.
Chris walks in a great posture and pride with a small smile as he returns the greetings to his workers. From the VIP arena comes a group of people who happens to be the leaders of the company walking towards him, leading them is secretary ivy.
"Do i need to scold you again brother" she said.
"I am very sorry sister, can we go to the studio now" I replied.
She fumed but did not utter any words and there she stood gazing deadly into my soul.
"Can we go now" I asked with a hint of sarcasm and then walked out on her before she could say anything.
Before entering the studio I perceived an unpleasant odor oozing from a staff cleaning.
The staff noticed and immediately apologized
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