Chapter 43

• There are many things Denzel was never sorry about; fucking his college roommate's girlfriend and sister in the same week, nor the numerous married women with visible wedding rings on their fingers.
• But here he was in the comfort of a twenty-five storey building, in the middle of New York city, having of all things, regret. He scoffs.
• "For fuck’s sake, Denzel, how did you allow yourself to fall so deeply in love with a woman? Not just any woman, Denzel, a damn fucking maid!" Now furiously pacing around his office, he smashed the figurine his mother had given him as a symbol of his strength when he decided to leave behind his glamorous and adventurous modeling career with a lot of boobs and asses to come sit in a God-forsaken dangling chair all day, telling grown people what to do and convincing people who obviously didn't like him on why he should remain CEO.