Forrest's POV
FRUSTRATION AND determination were what pushed Bill too hard. They were written all over his face every bloody day. And thanked fuck, it paid off.
Without my knowledge, he implanted the device and turned himself into a lab rat to prove to our new client that it was safe to use. For 110 days, he was on a closed watch, and it worked pretty well.
"What did you do? What the fuck have you done?"
He ignored me as he continued typing like a lunatic. I grabbed the wireless keyboard and smashed it to the floor. Bill jumped and looked frightened as he pushed his glasses up his nose.
Everyone was already standing with horror filling their eyes while my nerves were buzzing with so much anger to what he'd done without consulting me.
I was reckless and depended on everything. I was lenient because I trusted them, and that placed Bill in this position. This was all my fault.
"Is everyone around here has no tongue? Or shall I destroy everything I can see and grasp on?"