Meanwhile, on the Zamora’s International Line, a war was about to break out. It was like Alexander was a little prey caught in between two mad tigers.
“What the h*ll do you think you’re doing? Huh!” Alexander’s grandfather, Mr. Alejandro Zamora, roared at him when he stormed inside his grandson’s office.
“Dad, can you please calm down for a second?” Angelo, Alexander’s father, pleaded as he followed the old man into his son’s office in extreme worry about what his father could possibly do.
“How can I calm down, huh?” Alejandro spat as he turned to Angelo. If they are in an animated movie, there would probably be steam coming out of his head due to extreme anger. “Look at what he did,” the old man continued as he shoved on his son’s chest the file of papers containing articles and photos
