My whole body was covered in dust and dirt and I was also sticky because of the sweat from a few hours of cleaning the whole apartment but I still went on scrubbing the sticky dried rice on the floor tiles.

In my mind, I had already killed a few hundred times and shredded into pieces, the green-eyed monster named Dave. If it weren’t for him, I would be at the spa now and enjoying Maverick’s money spending of forty-nine million.

But no. I’m here now almost scratching my face on the blackened white tiles. I can only imagine Dave’s face as I leisurely brushed his face on the floor....