CHAPTER 22

🏵 CHAPTER 22 🏵

It was a cool Sunday morning and Denzel was at home, in his office, going through and sorting out a pile of documents. Being a workaholic, the cold man doesn't know what taking a day off is. Even on weekends, he is in his office working.

To him, taking some days off, are for losers.

The ringing of his phone shifted his attention. But seeing who the caller was the cold man let out a slight groan.

" Hello, Mom "

" Young man! Is that how you speak to your mother, huh?! " A voice boomed, making the cold man shift the phone away from his ear.

" What is it, Mom? "

" You brat! I can see you've grown wings, haven't you? You can't even greet your mother and ask how she's fairing. Show respect, you brat, before I wack some sense into you "

Denzel rolled his eyes at the woman's ranting.

She's always like that. Calling him on the phone once in every Blue Moon, ranting about him being disrespectful, then,

" I have a lot of work to do, Mom. Just tell me why you called a