3 PROLOGUE

Prologue

"Well I don't fucking care or give a goddamn shit about your asshole self sir. You could go to hell for all I care with your filthy money and beat down company. The only reason I've been putting up with you is because you sign my paycheck. Who do you even think you are? A demigod? Your damaged mindset would surely ruin your company. Oh wait,it's beat down already. You're a perverted asshole who plays sick games. I fell for them but not anymore. You're sick in fact and need to be put in an asylum. Maybe you're an escaped wild animal? I think that's more suitable. You're an animal because you're so heartless!"

I made to go but remembered something I've always wanted to do. Something I failed to do before now. I retrieved hundred pounds change from my wallet and threw it at him. "Buy a heart so you wouldn't rot in hell,Mr Hilton."

And with those last words,I exited the company with few of his puppets called 'employees' gaping at me like I'd gone insane. And yes,I had. I mean,I just told off London's most powerful man in the business world!

Nana always say,'Weigh the pros and cons of decisions before taking them. Go for the one with heavier points'. I wasn't sure I always did that but this time,I did.

Pros. Humiliate his cocky self in a crowd thus reducing his self esteem. Mark out a point from my wish list.

Cons. Get noticed. Get attacked from different angles because obviously,he had fans

Surely,the con's had more weight than the pros but just as my impulsive self always did,I made the wrong decision. Again.

I couldn't apologise. That would be too embarrassing. But hey,he was the one at fault! I could save my ass though by leaving the country. I couldn't risk staying in London...not anymore.

But what brought me to this life threatening situation with London's most loved on my heels. And how the fuck did I get acquainted with him!?

It all started four months ago.