"I'm sorry, but that's all I can give you," Dean Carl said. "B-But one day is not enough to find a company that would accept an intern like me?" I said.    Dean Carl agreed to my request to change my intern company. But yet, here is the consequence. I have to find a company that will accept me within this day, nonetheless, I will be back to my first assigned company or fail this subject.    "Morgan, I am not obliged anymore in that matter," he said. Dean Carl then arranged his table that is now surrounded by paper.     "B-But--" he cut me off. "Remember that you are the one who requested this to me and in return, does your part. Not everything in here is spoon feed. You need to work also," he said.    My eyes then looked at his ceiling. How would I do this? My face frowned. One day won't be enough for sure. I mean, like who would entertain me? I bet I wi

    Night came and my knees are still trembling. That Damon shit is real. He is really threatening me and he does what he says.     His mind is unpredictable. He thinks out of the box. His actions were made to scare anyone who disagrees with him.     He is a clear manifestation of a demon living on earth. How come does he sleep at night peacefully? How come does he felt contentment as he saw someone suffering?     "Dinner is served, everyone. Come down now before the food gets cold," Mom said. I slowly rose from the bed thinking what could he possibly do next to me.     I'm not praying that he will do something bad to me but I must admit that I am afraid that he will mean things when he says that he wi

    "So, what can you say?" Mom asked. "Never knew that this is such a view to remember," I said.    "How could you not show me this for the past twentysomething years?" I joked. Mom laughed.    The building is indeed modernized. "Just stay right here for a moment. I will just follow your Dad," she said as she walks away from me.    "Yeah sure," I said. The building consists of four floors. And we are currently on the third floor which happens to be the floor which my mom supervised.    The fourth floor was for Dad. Everything seemed fine and very call center vibe. I mean, of course! After all, this is a call center company.     I love the fact of how my Mom organized this floor very well. The ceiling is painted pure white while the lights are inserted on it. Like the typical bulb or light that we see in a hospital.

    "Wait, who is this, Babe? Your grandpa?" Brandon teases Dad. Dad on the other hand hid me behind his back.    "If you try to lay a finger on my son, Brandon. I swear, I will knock you out," Dad said. I can feel the tension between the two men.    Mommy Elise dangled her arms to Dad's arm. "Stop it, William," she said. Mom then looked at Brandon. "Do not include our son, Mr. Crawford. You may leave now, please," she said calmly.    Brandon then wears his Versace shades again as he gave us a shrug. "I'll be leaving here with my Babe," he said. "Keatton and I were going out on a date," he chuckled. "Right, Keatton?" He asked.    Daddy William growled in anger. "No one is going with you, you dummy! Get the fuck outta here now!" He yelled.    Brandon maintained his poise and snapped a finger in the air. We all look at the twenty men who

    And as I stooped on the building that my parents owned. They already waited for me at the entrance of the building with worried eyes.    "You made me worried sick about you, darling," Mom then hugged me. "So sorry for that Mom," I responded. Dad on the other hand was just looking at us.    Mom guided me to sat on the couch. She then handed me the blueberry cheesecake. "Aw, thanks for this," I said. "Actually, it was your Dad who bought it for you," she said.    Dad just looked away and gazed his eyes to the glass door. I could tell how much he is worried about me.     I can't blame anyone if Dad will be pissed off with me. I mean, it is almost seven in the evening that it is almost six hours since I left here. "Go talk to your Dad. I'll just get my bag in my office," she then walked away from us.     "Dad?" I called. "Dad