Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast
Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast
Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Natalie shrugs her shoulder and falls into the sofa with a concerned look covering her face. Her features were cowering out."Please don't tell me we're going to live in the street as bummers." Wayne clicked her tongue.Ric sat on the sofa his ankle crossing his knees and his finger tapping his chin at the most unpredictable event in their life."We should at least appeal," Francis suggests dropping the file on the desk and stepping towards Mrs Debbie.Mrs Debbie had her hand wrapped around her chin with an unusual look."What kind of appeal do you suggest?" Ric said adjusting himself in the seat and setting his heart to Dylan mouthing. "Getting rid of the useless son-in-law, what is the need of keeping a vegetable."Dylan looked Ric up with a smirk. "What is with the sneer, keep your head down.""All of you shut up!" Mr Bush clasped his hand on the table adjoining every.Dylan looked at the floor so that they didn't notice him, he hide the fact that he is lying about his whereabouts
The heat was unbearable. . .Dylan felt a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his neck and sacrificed itself through the cotton confine of his already damp polo shirt. He strategically fanned a piece of paper at his face looking up at the clustered sky, the last thing he wanted was for rain to fall, his whole body seemed to be melting. Hours later wind whistled across the city, the sky screamed of darkness and thunder rant aloud. Shortly after the water starts to dribble, Dylan rushed into Crescent's company, his hand covering his head, drenched in rain he hung his cloak on the rack and stepped forward to the lobby. His eyes scanned around. "I told you, Francis, didn't I tell you it was Dylan I saw." A voice teased. Francis gives Wayne a silly look and set down his glass on the table by his left. "You're the new janitor?" The ladies laughed, handing the mopping stick and bucket to him. Dylan gives the familiar woman a bitter look while he hung his head at the menacing loo
2, The Masked Son In LawSwallowed in the mud of the proposal Dylan's legs were heavy as metal stuck to the ground."You mean you want me to be your son?" Dylan asked."Ebony hair, blue eyes, sharp jawline, milky skin and a poor background. Who says you can't be rich Dylan?" His leg was tipped to the ground. "Yes you're right, wealth is here calling out to you and you have two options you either choose to be wealthy by my side or stay stoic, the choice is yours in whatever way."Dylan was tempted but he flew his arm back. "If this is a joke. Old man, you have got to know something I'm used to people like you treating me as if I were trash."The man cuts in. "And you despise it, you're not used to it, no one is used to being wasted, especially not you, you are a man of ambition and you crave vengeance. Let's cohabit." Dylan had made his research on the man, every of the rich in the city knows he was a super-rich conglomerate but they never get to meet his family, high-end, for Dylan t
3, The Masked Son in lawThe laughter roared in the room, Dylan looked at them with pity, then later scoffed. "Sounds like a dry joke to me." The doctor said, "What can you afford here, like seriously, painkiller drugs are over two dollars, from your shabby look I can sense you haven't made a cent today."Dylan forced a smile and stared at them. "Look, he is just as speechless as a moron, he can't speak, can he? What a pity, he must have seen himself in the mirror over there." "He's no star or anything, just to think he's a huddled piece of prawn." The nurse purses her lips in disdain and sneers.Dylan was not amused by their rants, there were so many people in the world these days who judge others by their appearance."Well you can see, we're not remorseful but grateful you got yourself another helper. We're no charity like them. Excuse us, we have patients to tend to." The doctor said trying to get away from the drama they started.Dylan didn't react; he just watched them as they