Don't Tell Damien!

"Damien!" Charles Ban's playful voice could be heard from the other side of the phone line as soon as Mr. Ban picked up.

Not like Mr. Ban had anything against Charles, but currently, his mind was too occupied to deal with Charles' fast-paced countenance.

"Charles, what can I do for you? I know you only call when you need something," Mr. Ban said.

"Oh, come on, don't sound like Margaret. Anyway, I just booked a ticket. I miss home and I'm coming back!" Charles Ban said with a stubborn tone.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mr. Ban asked with a greasy voice. He leaned forward and rested his elbow on his right lap, ruffling his hair warily.

"I've not been home in five years, Damien, I'm sure anybody that has grudges against me has forgotten about me," Charles replied.

Mr. Ban chuckled with sarcasm and shook his head.

"You think so?" He asked Charles.

"Damien, I'm 23 now. I'm a big boy and I can handle myself," Charles insisted.

"You cannot handle shit, Charles. Stay over t
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