"Calm down, Lazarus. You're breathing too hard." Mr. Black said, and I looked at him, shaking my head as I started walking faster. It was so true that anger can make one's pace faster.
"What did he say that made you so angry?" Mr. Black asked me and I once again shook my head.
He wanted me to leave the house that I had taken loan for. He is asking me to stop working because the media was getting too nosy. He wanted me to get back into the house no-one lives in. He wants me to get in the very mansion where my mother died and he didn't even come to pay her his last respects. He didn't even had the time to see his dying wife.
"Just family issues. Don't worry. And I need to work more hard on my presenting skills. I suck in giving presentations in front of people. Do you have any way of g
