Chapter 46. Shadow Worldwide Company

Forest Hills, Washington, D.C.

Brooks paces back and forth in his room with a glass of wine in his hand, his grip on the glass so tight as if he wants to crush it.

His hair is disheveled and his breath is erratic. His mouth is set in a hard line and his eyes are as red as fresh ripe tomatoes.

He looks more like a ghost of himself.

"Hmm," Ryder, who is sitting on a couch lets out a helpless sigh.

His face is full of concern for Brooks and he really wants to help him out of whatever problem it is that is making him so miserable, but he doesn’t know how to go about it as Brooks wouldn’t tell him what is wrong no matter how many times he asks.

In the end, he can only sit there and wait till Brooks is ready to talk.

"Ah!" Brooks suddenly yells and hurls the glass against the wall. "How could they! How could they!" He gnashes his teeth, exuding a menacing aura.

"After all I did for them! After every fucking