(Carlos)
“What do you want?” I asked angrily. I could feel a frown on my face and even though Mark Brighton wasn't here to see it, I couldn't help it. His mere voice annoys the s**t out of me as I knew he was calling to exchange pleasantries or to give me good news. He was always a bearer of bad news making me wonder what he had to say to me this late at night.
“Wow, we will be family soon you know. Is any any way to talk to your soon-to-be brother-in-law? Surely, Ronald has raised you better than this,”
I could hear him chuckling over the phone and I squeezed the glass in my hand till it broke in my hands.
“You better say what you want to say so I can get back to doing important things,”
I didn't want to ruin my night by talking to this i***t for long but it looked like it was too
