Mr Desmond yelled in frustration. What he saw on his phone was the video of Harry and Sean fighting at the entrance of the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate.
“This boy has succeeded in ruining my life. What was he thinking?” Mr Desmond said to himself.
Instead of calling Miss Abigail, he turned his attention to calling his son Harry.
Trriiinng! Trriiinng!
“Hello, Dad.”
“So it was you?” Mr. Desmond asked in frustration and anger
“How?” Harry asked, looking confused from the other side of the phone.
“What gave you the effrontery and the nerve to fight at the entrance of the organization?”
Mr Desmond asked in anger, clenched and twisting his fist.
Harry froze and was short of words, not knowing what to say.
“Now listen carefully, I am giving you seven days to fix this and restore th
