I scuffed and rose from the bed. He doesn’t have the right to go that harsh with his words, but he was being harsh for a purpose. Who would vomit a morsel scooped into his mouth by good fortune and accept crap?
“You should have told me you wanted to have something rough, I am rough enough to make the club itself something that suits you and people of our class.” He yapped on.
I returned to my study table and sat on my seat, while I listened to his endless words.
“Your father won’t be glad to hear such.” He uttered.
“My father isn’t a partisan, neither is he a politician, Honorable, leave him out of this,” I replied.
He paused. He knew me well; I couldn’t just fold my hands and watch him draw my father’s name into a conversation that was meant to be between me and him and n
