Chapter 13-"power is a delicate dance."

"Alexander Cromwell?" Dave let out a scream. "Are you the son of the late Mr.Cromwell?" Dave asked in a hurry.

Yes, I am. I've been wanting to meet you one day in my life, and since my Dad was a prestigious member of your Dad's clan,I also possess the quality of a president's son."

"That sounds ridiculous,Dave said, smiling.

Dave stood up and put on a shirt. He got to the door knob and opened it gently to welcome Alexander Cromwell.

A well-built man with widened shoulders stood glamorously in front of him.

"Alexander Cromwell,the son of the late Mr. Cromwell, is welcomed to my humble abode."

"You see, Dave, there's a world beyond the glitz and glamour of this party," Alexander, in his black spectacles, whispered, his voice laced with a menacing undertone. "A world filled with secrets, power, and hidden agendas And you, my dear friend, are at the center of it all."

Dave's heart raced, and his mind was consumed with questions. Who was this man? What did he know? The weight of his father
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