Stephen
I watched as my i***t son attempted to have a good time, while watching as his brother and niece alternated in and out of the party, scaring him, almost into a confession. I wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt, hoping that Imani saw wrong; however, his reaction told me otherwise. It was bad enough that his actions and new policies were destroying the company, now I had to add attempted murder to the reason to fire him and have him tossed in jail. “Unbelievable,” I said, as I took a sip of my bourbon only to be joined by the last person I wanted to see, James.
“Can I speak to you man to man?” James asked.
I rolled my eyes, at first I was going to tell him to f**k himself, but after reconsidering it, decided to say, “Sure, how can I help you?” I asked, as if I actually care
