You! I know you

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Alex enters his company, feeling on top on the world. He wouldn't let that low life words get to him.

"Where are you coming from?" Mr Morbian asks,

Alex enters his office and meets his father there, sitting cross legged.

"A trip to death land!" He snapped at his father, "I can't believe you wanted be brain dead."

"What good is it to have a child to barely listens to me. You're better off as dead."

"Sorry dad, but I am here to stay." Alex glared at his father.

"Thanks to your nonchalancy, the company lost the contract. I invited them over and we lost the contract to another company."

"And you want to blame for that?"

"Who else am I to blame? Me? You had a job and it was to get the contract which you lost?"

"I fell sick father!!! Shouldn't you have an ounce of sympathy for me?!"

"Did I put that sickness in you? Did I ask for to be that way? All I asked for was a son who would listen to me."

"Why don't you find another son to do your biddings?!"

"Why else do I need your sper

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