“No, dad. I’m no longer the young boy you need to protect. I’m thirty-two years old, dad, I can handle this by myself ” I said adamantly.
” Michael Vincent Thompson!!!” My dad screams again as I ignored him.
“Yes, dad. I can handle it” I reply not fazed at all.
“Are you sure, son?. I’m not speaking to you as the chairman of Thompson’s Empire but rather as a father”.
“I will be okay, dad. And if at all I need your help, I will not hesitate to ask for it”.
“Okay. And make sure to invite Deborah over for dinner, take care of yourself” I slump onto my chair as I closed my eyes briefly.
“Aurora? Come into my office” I called into the intercom. A minute later, she walks in.
“Yes, sir, you sent for me”
” Tell Mark to bring the car, I will be going home soon,” I said to her as I type away
