A week later,
The past week has not been the best for Mr. De Rossi.
After getting shot and nearly losing his life in Eva's hands, he'd not been able to move from his hospital bed at all.
This was not his first time being shot, but his body was getting old and withering away, so gunshot injuries took more time to heal than usual.
However, after paying the doctor a huge sum of money, he was finally discharged and would continue treatment at home.
Right now, he had somewhere important to be.
He got out of his car, hissing for the nth time that day in pain.
He stared at the building. It was the Unity Tower but he wasn't going to his new office. He was headed to the president's office.
Unlike many countries where the president's office was a separate, secluded compound, William had chosen a different arrangement. His office sat among the other government ministries, a decision that had caused several raised eyebrows.
