CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Anonymous Gifts

~FRANK~ “What?” I asked with a glare, and she shook her head immediately, bowing before leaving the office. I knew so well that I was out of my mind. I was spending money on someone who was likely to destroy the items despite being financially unstable, but I wasn't so bothered. I was bent on hurting George in one way or another. After packing my stuff, I walked out of the office with my briefcase. Callie was waiting for me in the car already, so I got into the back seat, and she drove off. The drive was quiet and definitely boring to her, but not to me, because I was busy battling my thoughts and looking for ways to hurt George. “We are at your house already, sir,” she said, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Ohh,” I said in realization while the car doors automatically unlocked. I sincerely had no idea that when she drove into my compound and even parked the car, I'd indeed drowned in the pool of my own thoughts. “Don’t forget to deliver the package anonymously,” I reminded her as