Chapter48
#Chapter48
AVATIA'S POV.
I sat at my own corner of the jet, watching my boss, no, ex-boss, counting money and arranging it neatly in a brief case. What in the world is he doing with that amount of money? It was nothing less than ten million, I presume. Because the money had already filled another brief case to the brim. It's kinda shocking how wealthy he is, and to think he didn't complete his education.
His phone rang and he picked it up. His conversation wasn't in English, neither was it in Italian. It sounded like Russian. He kept stealing glances at me and it made me feel uncomfortable. I just hated it when people looked at me like that.