Elijah Donatello is the last person I would ever have imagined to see here today. Not that it's much of a surprise. My dad has always been a sucker for winning so it's no wonder he's here to see how I play.
I walk past him, the phone in my hand still ringing unanswered. As expected, he grabs my arm pulls me back. My dad is a towering six-seven while I'm six-four which means he's more of a giant than I'll ever be.
"What do you want this time?" I demand from him, a thin scowl on my face. His eyes slit for a second before coming back to normal.
"I never thought you could pull this off. Congratulations on clearing your name. I guess you're not that helpless without me after all."
It takes literally f*****g everything in my power not to throw a punch at his relaxed smug face. He's more of a
