Chapter 90

Michael

“Damn it.”

He hissed and the blood trickled. Mike pushed the blade under the running water and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The cut wasn’t that deep but it stung enough to be uncomfortable. Mike washed his face, tore some paper and pressed it to the cut.

“Just perfect.”

He muttered as he saw the scar on his chin was more obvious now that he didn’t have the beard.

Mike had also cut his hair and changed into more presentable clothes- the only better clothes he had which weren’t huge hoodies and jeans.

He pressed the paper one last time and threw it away when he checked the time.

“Shit.”

He washed, checked if everything was off and rushed toward the office.

He made it almost on time.

Almost because there was always so much traffic and making himself look presentable took longer than