Robert Huxley
“Come here son,” I said to my second son, Andrew.
I knew about what he and his brother had been doing whilst I was supposedly asleep or not looking.
But there was something else I noticed.
Whilst my eldest son was after the stack of cash in my cupboard, Andrew was more interested in my secret business, project X; my very main source of income.
“Is there anything you want to talk to me about?” I asked him.
“No.. no….no, Dad,” he stammered.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked further.
This time around, he kept quiet.
He paused for a while and answered in haste afterward “No, Dad.”
I put my arms around his neck and walked him to the garden just at the corner of the house.
“You and your elder brother have been messing around my office lately,” I started.
I saw the surp
