Revenge of the Disabled
Goal

Dalton exits Megan's room after telling her to move. Before long Megan came out with all her belongings put in one small box. It contains writing equipment, paper hvs, clips, staples, binders, notebooks, and so on

All eyes were on Megan, as the woman walked past the other employees. He moved into Dalton's room. More precisely will work in front of Dalton's room.

There was never a position for a secretary. The secretary's own room does not exist. And just now some people give a chest-high bulkhead and fill it with tables, chairs, file racks, intercoms, complete with computers and printers.

Some whispered about Megan suddenly getting a good position when she was a new employee, and just made the company get a big loss.

Rumors spread that Megan sold her body to the boss. And other rumors were circulating in the mouths of the women.

Many looked cynically at her, but the woman did not bother because her life had suffered enough since childhood. Megan is the backbone of her family.

His mother was sickly, his sister was still in elementary school. Not really a sibling. Step-sister of the comfort woman. Her mother died so she stayed with her father.

While his father himself was a jobless worker and often left his family. Even meeting her never. The last time Megan met her father was when the man came to take the baby boy and leave him at Megan's house.

Since then his mother has been ill and unwilling to take care of the children of other women. Megan, then 11, was forced to take care of her sister because her mother did not take care of her properly. Her mother just cooks her food, bathes, sometimes changes her diapers, she doesn't want to. Finally, little Megan intervenes to feed her sister, change her diaper, and things that require patience. To Megan his step-sister was innocent and he loved her.

Dalton called Megan to her room after she finished arranging the room.

"Did Rob give you any data about any of our clients? What do you do without being ordered?" dalton asked after Megan sat in front of him

"It's already a pack, and I'm putting it into my new schedule for reminders,"

"Good, then note it as an addition. I've been emailing you plans overseas for a few days. You set it up in such a way that the schedule doesn't collide with the new schedule later,"

"Okay sir" Megan replied lowered her head

Before that, he was the most confident. Since there was nothing to talk about anymore, Dalton told him to go back to work.

Meanwhile, Mark, a hitman released by his employer, barks to wait for Dalton's trail.

The man walks down Dalton's little house that has been turned into an abandoned auto repair shop.

Dalton bought back his childhood home. And made a big workshop there just a few months running, then he closed the workshop. Not because of bankruptcy, but intentionally. The workshop was just a diversion so that the killer of his parents would not come back to look for him.

The truth is, inside the workshop was his childhood home. It is still intact and not renovated. Dalton simply repainted it to make it look new and not worn.

The man also asked the surrounding residents about the little boy who lived there. Everyone says they don't know him.

"The house was bought by someone for a long time and turned into a workshop. The owner's name is Rob" said one of the residents around

After a long search and finding no leads, Mark sat down on a sidewalk near Dalton's house as a child. He bought cigarettes for an old man.

"It's weird that I'm looking for one little boy whose parents were killed but no one knows him" said the killer

"You know him? What's-her-name. I mean Aaron and Tessa's son" Mark asked

"What's your relationship with him?" ask the old man

"I'm a detective who wants to find out where the killer is" Mark said, lying when he was the killer

"Name Dalton. He lived in the church after his parents were killed. And now he has become a successful man. Do the search for the culprit, the poor boy will definitely pay a fortune if you can find the killer of his parents. He was already a billionaire by now, "saying an old geezer with his white beard.

"I'll meet him after this," Mark smiled widely. It is easy to find the rich.

"You alone, why are you still here and not coming to town?" ask Mark while spending his cigarette nipple that has shrunk.

"I don't want to sell my house, there are a lot of memories. Haha all the houses there turned out to be nice, only my house was different and looked small. Let me not need a good one. At least I'm happy with my memories" said the old man

After a valuable little talk, Mark threw away his finished cigarette, stepped on it and left.

So his name is not Vincent but Dalton, Inner Mark walks towards the cafe with free computer and internet facilities.

Mark ordered one coffee, he sat in front of a computer that could be accessed for free.

There are five computers available there, if full you can queue. Of course there is a time of use, which is at most 15 minutes. If you want to increase the time you have to order coffee again or another menu.

Mark found out about Dalton.

"Is this really his son? His hands were both intact" Mark began to look at each photo. In all his portraits Dalton wore a glove on his right hand. Sometimes he wears gloves on both hands.

After finding out the name of his company, Mark regretted his coffee and left a mark on the tip of his lips. Then he wiped the coffee away by licking it.

"I found you Vincent hehe, this time you won't let me, '" Mark said

He left the cafe and walked towards Dalton's large company. Mark climbed the building with ease, within minutes he was on top of the building opposite Dalton's company.

He opened a long bag containing a long shotgun. Set the weapon's prop and put the rifle on top of it, adding a silencer and filling the bullet. Then wait for Dalton to come out.

Right in the clock home, Mark took a swing.

"That's it," Mark saw Dalton from the magnifying glass attached to his rifle.

Dalton came out, Mark was preparing to aim but stopped, his eyes rounded big as someone held Dalton's arm.

"Megan" Mark told himself