“You again?? What the hell do you want from me, George?” I shouted. I turned to Charles, reminding him that George was the guy I had been talking about.
“I can see you both are having…” George laughed. “I’m not here to disturb you.” He shook his head. “Your moment can continue, but that will have to wait until I leave with my daughter.”
Charles laughed quietly, and both George and I were shocked. But I knew that laugh, it meant trouble for George.
“George, or whatever your name is,” Charles said sharply, “you’ve got the nerve to come back here after all these years, asking for a daughter you never cared about?” He put a finger to his lips and continued, “You even had the guts to call me, threatening me. How dare you?” Charles stood up and walked closer to him, his eyes fixed on George.
