Jason had just settled into his large black leather chair behind his wooden desk when the phone rang shrilly; it was his mother.
He immediately knew what it was about when his mother called at this time in the morning.
'Emilia'
The sound of his teeth grinding was so loud that it traveled through the phone line, prompting his mother to ask.
"What's that grinding sound, dear? I can't hear clearly."
It was the sound of his teeth grinding.
"It's just the chair, mom."
He dodged the question because he didn't want to start a quarrel with his mother so early in the morning.
"It's good if there's no sound. The reason I called is to reprimand you, you know?"
"Yes."
"You've been picking on my little Emmy again, haven't you?"
He looked annoyed, his eyes filled with irritation.
Emilia must
