Unravelling The Billionaire's Mask

ould be heard all the way to the end of the island. A glass of cha

rumoured to have an illegal business with blood on his hands. His name was always in my head when I recei

operated under the shadow of the law, with rumours of a busin

step quietly towards him. As we got closer, he turned his head, as if he noticed m

, as if we were old acquaintances.

iting for this opportunity for

said my name. However, I tried to maintain m

e," I replied with a faint smil

ted, Miss Harper. In fact, I've been waiting for you all along. This feast, food and drink

d for me?" I a

e. "Because you came here for no reason, right? I know who you are, Miss Har

is face, trying to read what was hidden behind hi

entre of the room, there was a soft sofa that looked comfortable, with a small table i

while he walked to his desk, took a bottle of wine, and two glasses. Wi

s begin. You know me, and I know who y

"Oh, wait. Miss Harper, don't rush," he chuckled, more like a t

words. "I'm a journalist, Mr. David. Asking questions is part o

came from my mouth. He gave a small smile on his lips that w

ately fixed on it, and his smile grew wider, lik

r. David. Could you tell me, what

in my hand, then looked back at me

y, keeping my casu

think for a moment, "I usually wake up in the morning, have breakfast, then head to the

at the office, having lunch with business partners. And in the evening..." He leaned for

exa

"Engaging in adult activities," he whispered. His

ed not to show it. David looked at me with a thin sm

comfortable. "Then, did you do all that on August 13th?" My que

tapping his finger on his glass, making a sound that almost resemble

rying to recall something trivial. "What make

ve him a chance to read my hesitation. "A date t

ticipated his opponent's move. "Rumors are always intriguing, aren't they?" He plac

lass, merging with the darkness outside. A moment later, he turned sligh

ually, I stood and walked toward him, trying to find answers with each ste

he view that evening seemed endless, the waves out in the sea rolling without stop. O

his hands into his pants pocket

is smile stayed on, thin yet meaningful. Finally, he turned toward me, his face so close that I

grow heavier, as if we were the

voice low, almost a whisper.

I tried to hide my reaction and r

s if he had gotten the answer he wa