Who Are You?
(THIRD POV)
Watching the news was not his thing. Or so he claimed.
He sat on his couch, his legs on his table. He ignored the loud voices in his head telling him he should place the legs down.
He continued watching the news, his mind unfocused. He couldn't help but wonder why he was still watching though. He shook his head and removed his legs from the table. Atleast, the voice ceased screaming, "place the feet down."
He grunted when the remote fell. He bent down and accidentally clicked mute.
"Well, at least." He said into the darkness.
He stood and headed to his fridge, he got himself a beer and walked back to the sitting room.
The house was big, unlike the one he used to stay in years ago. When he started his company, he had to move, the last thing he wanted was for anyone from the workplace to see him in one of those small shitty apartments he used to stay in.