029 Blood From His Heart

Sitting in his chair, Edmund looked outside the window with a glass in his hand.

He had been like that for the whole day.

"You could call her, boss." Buster forced his words out of his mouth with his teeth clenched together out of pain --

He had a knife held in one of his hands, and the tip of the knife pierced through the other, nailing his hand to the door of the office.

"Or, you can just go and get me my flight ticket?" Edmund sounded calm as if he didn't notice that Buster was in pain.

Buster took a deep breath, trying hard to fight the pain: "I won't get you a flight ticket until you make the rejection, boss."

"So your plan is to nail yourself on my door?" With a soft voice, Edmund said coldly, "I don't take threats, you know that, Buster."

Blood was dripping down the door, and from the look of the blood pool on the floor, Buster had been nailed there for a while now.

"I'm not threatening you, boss." Buster panted,