Game of Thrones: A sociopath (on hold, read my main story)

My name is Leo and I'm your typical earth citizen... Except I'm not that typical... You see, I'm actually a sociopath, meaning I have no emotions whatsoever. You might be wondering isn't that just horrible, you can't feel happiness or anything else... My response to that is simple, though I say I'm a sociopath, i'm not a complete sociopath, only I don't have emotions towards anyone in this world except myself, that means I feel happiness and pride when I accomplish something I wanted to, I feel sad when I hurt myself or lose out in a deal.

Ok enough about me being a sociopath. I'm a 27 year old male if my naming wasn't any indication, living in New York. I'm CEO of a multi-billion company I started by myself, and though I had many investments, as a CEO my shares are the largest, I control over 30% of the shares... Mostly by eliminating other shareholders or by pressuring some of the major shareholders into selling some of their shares to me, dirt cheap to add to that, though people don't need to know that.

Now you're probably wondering how I do that, it's quite simple really everyone has something they care about everyone except sociopaths, whether it be a wife, a child a parent a friend, whatever it is. All I need to do is find that something and threaten them with it until they fulfill my requests.

Okay now to the present, I just secured my company a deal worth billions, I secured a cooperation with another multi-billion company, of course my profit was more than 6 times as much as the other company received. Using normal means this would have been impossible, but unfortunately all the shareholders in that company have received death threats as well as a finger from their loved ones. Really unfortunate, i can't be anymore sympathetic for their situation, so sympathetic i chose to make my profit 6 times as big theirs rather than the original equal-profit deal we had.

Right now I'm sitting at my office in the company's main branch over 200 meters above ground level looking at the reinforced window showing New York in all its daily splendor simply enjoing a nice cup of cofee brewed by my slave, aka my secretary. She's a hot lady with a curvy body currently in her early 20s, she's like a trained pup following my every command. And of course said lady is currently give me a blow job while kneeling underneath the desk.

Looking ahead i see a strange glimmer of light a few hundred meters far. I can instantly tell what that is or at least guess. Of course, it was bound to happen again sooner or later, I've been taking risks all my life, threatening people left and right... It's not the first time someone decided to take actions against me, that's the main reason I have reinforced windows in the first place, they can resist a sniper's bullet that's for sure, I had it tried out before it was built here, so I was not that concerned.

Untill I was... 'how the fuck did they get a fucking a bazooka' that was my last thought before a sniper bullet went through my head. And so that's how i Leonidas Cornwell died.

Only, maybe it wasn't truly the end for me....