Anthony.
Darcy’s father sat at the very end of the office, his face containing a huge grin because of course, he thinks I am here to commend him for the report that he had submitted, something that he didn’t write it himself. “When I was told by Beta Michael that you had called for me, I knew it was because you had read my reports.” He said proudly.
I couldn’t help but choke on my spit, seeing how proud of the s**t that he had submitted he is and he didn’t even write it. “Right, I read it and I knew that I had to call you out here.”
“So, how do you want us to do it? The hard way or the easy way?” I asked, a brow raised.
He seemed confused by my question, as he didn’t expect to hear it. He didn’t think that I have managed to pull the string and put two together to realize that he was t
