Chapter Fourteen: Unwelcomed.
"Hi Pop...mom" Cruz addressed Bill and Margaret as he crossed the room. He looked somewhat exhausted. His backpack strapped across his back.
Bill gave his usual nonchalant grunt while Margaret's irate meter went up the charts.
"The nerve of you to call me mom! How is this dunce able to stroll in and out of this house freely?" Margaret blotted.
"Here I was taking in the aura of affluence. Even from the TV you can feel what raw power and influence is like...we are talking the wealthiest people alive—the Archers... And this lowlife oaf shows up to ruin the moment." Margaret rose to her feet and pulled away from Bill who tried to calm her.
"I'll retire to my room before I throw up". Margaret announced.
She sniffed the air dramatically. "You smell that? Yeah.
