Mike sighed after the call with his father ended.
He asked himself, *What does Father want from me again? Haven't I left home for good?*
Mike swiveled his office seat around and stared at his wristwatch as he sat on his executive black couch.
Mike said, "It's 6 p.m. already. I guess I should start going there now, as I cannot sleep there for a night."
Mike stood up to leave his office. He knew his father had been complaining about his casanova nature, as he hosted a lot of women. His mother's complaints had been the worst before he finally moved out of their mansion.
Mike remembered his mother telling him, "Mike, there are a lot of séxual diseases out there. Your father and I just want the best for you. You need to stop hosting different ladies and stop bringing shame to our family."
