DESMOND
“What is happening here?” That question couldn’t help but pop out as I chose to join my mother on the couch. At the same time, Mark and I were exchanging fierce gazes at each other. I didn’t even care much about his wife or his venomous daughter, she was nothing less of her sister. If not worse.
“Now that we are all here, It’s time we begin this meeting.” My father mentioned.
“Yes, the earlier the better John. I don’t have that much time to spare.” Mark replied in an infuriated manner.
“Me neither.” His daughter interjected and I scoffed.
“They are right old men, the earlier the better. I don’t think I can stand staying in the same room with snakes.”
“I better hope that statement is not intended for my family?” Mark queried and I arched my eyebrows upwards briefly.
“Who else
