(cont).
He stepped outside the dorr of his antique home. The light danced off the dew with such subtlty that only a trained eye could appreciate. Why on the most beautiful of mornings did the God above decided to destroy everything he has ever worked for. The power of irony. As he walked down the street no one said hello, or bekoned him to join their conversations, no one smiled and waved, instead of love he was meet with hate.
Couriosity overwhelmed him to the point where his temple had pounded. He could not stand to see all the people that he worked so hard to make him them praise him, now suddenly despised him. He reached his office in the biggest building in town, where his office was on the uppermost floor and had the biggest view. After he made the ascent up the stairs he called in the person he trusted most, his assistant.
(TBC)..