Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 2

==Matteo==

Slowly, my eyes peeled open. I stared at the ceiling at some time, before finally rising. I perched on the edge of the bed and ran my hand across my hair.

I stood, walked to my closet, opened it and took out my bathrobe. When I turned around, my eyes met something...noteworthy. A dent on my floor. A scrowl grew on my face as I stared at the pile of littered clothing. A bra, a panty and a gown. I took my eyes to the woman on the bed. Her legs spread apart, the blanket unable to give proper coverage to her n**e body.

I stared at her for a while, before leaving to brush my teeth. I walked down the hallway, into the balcony.

"Good morning, sir," a servant said.

I took the newspaper from him and made myself comfortable on an armchair. Soon two other servants came and prepared my poison. Fruit salad and a cup of tea.

As I read the newspaper, I pierced my fork on the fruit salad. Taking one bite at a time.

"Send Ricardo for me," I said.

In no time, the said servant was here.

"Excavate my room, would you?"

He nodded and left immediately. It didn't take long for me to hear sounds of protest. It first came as a shriek.

"F**k, don't you know what knocking is?" she said. "Get out I want to change. I said get out."

Then, her scream came. "Where's your boss? I'll make sure your fired. F**k you! F**k."

I remained unfazed by the commotion going

in, and continued with my reading. Some time later, another servant came

"Sir. The board members are online now."

I waved him off, stood and went to have a shower. I wore my suit and walked into my chambers.

I took a seat and got connected.

"Good morning, Sir."

I said nothing, then one of the board members presented the agenda for the meeting. We ran through the agenda, and we came to the very last.

"We've still got some debtors, and-"

"Why's that?"

"Well, sir..."

I raised my left brow, prompting him to go on with whatever he had to say.

"Most of them haven't crossed their deadline."

"And the others that have, what about them?" I asked.

"We are working on it."

"I need a list of the debtors."

"Of course, sir."

With that, the meeting was ended. I stared at the now blank laptop, a wave of frustration enveloping me. I hated the fact that I wasn't physically present in the meeting, but it was better that way.

I rested on the chair, shutting my eyes as I went through everything that was talked about in the meeting. Debtors. As much as I derived joy in getting my stuff whenever a debtor didn't meet with the target, I was just so done with hearing their pleas. Especially the man that called himself Pete. He had burrowed a huge sum of money from me, and hadn't paid me. This was the middle of April. It was time for me to take what belonged to me.