Chapter 136 Ch One Hundred And Thirty Six

• Marcel sat on the balcony of his apartment with a weary expression etched on his face, the more he tried to call the same phone number he had been trying incessantly for days now, which kept giving the same response.
• As if that was not enough frustration, his mind could not drift back to the memory that he wished he could bloat out of his head, because he hated that it bothered him so much more than he cared to admit.
• ‘What had he done wrong? He was pretty sure he hadn't done or said anything. So why?’ Were the questions that kept seeping back into his thoughts as much as he tried dismissing them.