Clemson's POV
I walked into an exquisite underground parking lot after I had parked my car, and then I strode into the mansion, getting right into a dusky study room that reeked of nothing but frostiness and muskiness, only to discern a midlife man, smothering and vaporizing churchwarden pipe, as the puffs simultaneously aired up.
He titled his head towards me and exhaled deeply.
“You finally came”, He muttered wearily.
“You asked to see me”, I uttered with a look of disgust on my face.
“Yes, grab a seat”, he instructed pointing at an empty chair adjacent to him.
I narrowed in dissatisfaction, I mean I seldom visit this man.
“Hit the nail, and stop waffling, I got no time to scuttle”, I mumbled, while he kept puffing the churchwarden pipe.
“Your mom, how is she?” He retorted puffi
