Chapter 215

The following days were empty for Izaak. His eyes did not contain a single ray of light, as if he was in an abyss. Of all the promises he made, this was the easiest to break, but he shouldn’t. Gabriella wanted time and space and those he would give her. Early morning of a typical Tuesday, Trevor walked into the president’s office and found the boss sleeping on the sofa, wearing a formal black suit. On the coffee table remained a glass with a trace of red wine. Papers littered on his desk. Evidently, he worked all night again. “Tell me if you wanna die, Mr. President,” Trevor casually made a sound, dropping his butt on the sofa and crossing his legs. “There’s an easier way to kill oneself than to overwork.” Izaak lifted the hand covering his eyes and pressed his fingers on his aching temple. He turned to Trevor. “What about the thing I told you to investigate?” Trevor became quiet momentarily, then he reported, “According to what I found out, a doctor did manipulate the records I got wi