A newspaper rolled along the ground with the silent air.
Pablo, standing on the stage, his eyes on Flashy.
The soldiers, standing below, their eyes on Flashy.
And the man in question, his eyes were on the man whom he had betrayed a few seconds ago.
Pablo.
Flashy's heart reverberated with a sense of guilt as heavy as the guilt of not saving his mother.
The man whom he had almost cursed was the man who stopped people from laughing at him.
Of course, cursing isn't bad. People curse all the time. Flashy was close enough to Pablo to curse him. Pablo wouldn't mind it too… Well, he might have minded it but not enough to break the friendship with Flashy.
But what stung Flashy was that he had promised Pablo that he would make sure his boss reaches the top. He himself referred to himself as a slave of Pablo.
And slaves don't rebel.
But Flashy did. Even if it was just for one second, he did.
That's why… he made a vow.
