Chapter 18

Dave came in and everyone froze up. The wrath in his voice could bring a nine-story building down in a minute.

"Mom!" He cried out as invisible fumes came out of his ears.

"Sweetheart, what is the matter?" Quinn asked so tenderly.

"My room. My room Mom, it's filthy," he complained.

Mason already knew this wouldn't end well and everything would fall back to him.

"Filthy? It can't be. I asked Roger to have all the rooms cleaned up," Quinn justified.

"Well my room is nothing close to being cleaned up," Dave said in turmoil.

"Roger!!" Quinn called out in irritation.

Uncle Roger dressed in his always perfect white, came running towards the scene.

Mason didn't know what to do. Whether he stayed or left was going to land him into trouble. So he just waited for everything to slowly unfold.

"Yes, Madam Quinn," he responded, brushing off his hands with a napkin.

Quinn turned to him with a look of displeasure.

"How dare you go against my instructions?" She asked, clearly angry as the entire room
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