Driven by revenge

"Here is your breakfast, sir" the chef announced as she slid a plate containing two tasty looking sandwiches to him across the large, shiny, white dining table, alongside a chilled glass of apple juice.

But George was less concerned about his stomach this particular morning. He stared at the food, but at the same time, he didn't even notice it. He was lost deep in his thoughts.

Three days had passed since George relocated to his mansion in country B, and he couldn't help but wonder how Scarlett was doing. They hadn't talked since he left, so he couldn't help but wonder.

As much as he was pissed that he was lied to for the last two years, he couldn't ignore the fact that she was the reason he was the man he always wanted to be. For two years she helped - and sometimes forced him - to explore his potential. She proved to him that he had sides he didn't even know he had. He was no longer that invisible, thin, timid nobody that everyone knew him as. She saw what Mr. Damon saw in him, and