บท 111: Repeat Offender

It was the middle of the work day, and Derek Haven sat at his desk. His work laptop was open in front of him, the screen glowing. All over his desk there was paperwork, evidence that he was a man focused on his duties, and not being distracted in the least. But that was just for show. In truth Derek was a million miles away, his thoughts on something else. That something being what he had been up to the previous night.

The thing was, Derek was a big deal, and he knew it. People, random strangers, were interested in his life, it was just the way it had always been for him, ever since he had been a young boy. Even the most trivial things that he did, seemed to be of great interest to some. 

For example if any reporter who covered the social pages was asked, what was it that Derek Haven did the night before. They would all come up with something along similar lines. There would be snippets in their articles saying things like: