[Damien's POV]
The night owl hoots as I have my hands in my pockets and a hat on while staring at the rogue digs in a pit adjacent to me.
He was halfway through the pit already, or more like buried. It's Alex.
He's more like my informant and does the creepiest of acts. I got to work with him when I saw that rage in him, to wipe out those corrupt elites who were the very reason his life remains miserable.
I gave him hope that we would carry out justice in a rather bloody way.
"You showed up late today," he began, as there was silence between us.
"Some stupid meeting showed up," I answered scanning the environment.
He stopped digging and looked up at me.
"The recession rate is getting worse, and it's strange, right?"
"What's your take on that Alex?"
"The minister of finance has some questions to ask," he said as he resumed what he was doing.
I cleared my throat as I felt like the collar around my neck was tightening. Now I can't answer that.
