Chapter 23

• Atlas' intense gaze was piercing through me. I can feel it bore holes on my skin as he walks closer to the couch I'm sitting on. Nonetheless, I forced myself to go to him even if my knees were wobbling.
• "In my office Mr. Ramirez," I uttered when I got in front of him.
• There was a lump in my throat but I managed not to stutter. I want him to see that I can face him without any confusion. Without any emotional attachment. That I can live without him. That I can face him in restraint.