RISE OF THE WOEBEGONE SON-IN-LAW

Eight

Gazing at the skyscraper from the back of the car was Andrew, he whirled down the glass with his black glasses on his face. He wore a pens trousers and a sky-blue long sleeve, complimented with a diamond wristwatch. His hair was neatly styled to the left, and he smiled at himself before he whirled up the glass.

“Sir, are you ready to alight?”

Asked the young man who stood outside to open the car door for him.

“At my convenient.”

He answered and made calls before he gently came out of the car mightily. For every step he takes, is a mighty step full of great honor.

Approaching from inside the building, was Sylvester mayonnaise, he couldn't hide his face away, and dare not refuse to reverence the personality before him.

“Welcome boss.”

He said quickly and Andrew, smiled. back then, he was the woebegone son-in-law everyone tramples upon. He was their puppet and slave, they controlled him in any direction regardless. And now, here is the almighty Sylvester mayonnaise, whom Maryann ditc