115. You're Not The One I've Known

"But, what should I do with that girl?" Nicolas let out a long sigh as he swiveled his swivel chair with his limp legs.

Just the thought of talking to Dianne put him in a bad mood, let alone discussing this one thing with her.

Nicolas extended his hand to the right, opened the desk drawer, and took out a box of cigars from inside. Yes, the old Nicolas was back, as his memory had returned in its entirety, and the CEO had resumed some of his habits.

He put the cigar to his mouth and then flanked it with his lips. From under his coat, Nicolas took out a metal lighter that was dove black in color. He lit the end of the cigarette with the lighter which gave off a blue flame, then puffed out the smoke a few times before the man finally took a deep drag on the cigarette.

Nicolas exhaled the smoke in a relaxed manner. Moments later, he let out a small chuckle. "It's funny to think that I never smoked after the amnesia. What was I thinking back then, huh?" he laughed as he looked at the burnt