GODFATHER

HAZEL

I walked to the balcony and called someone I hadn't spoken to in a while.

"If you're calling me today, then the world must be about to come to an end," President Rowland said to me when he answered my call.

"Good evening, old man," I addressed him as fondly as I used to.

He laughed, "I see you still take pleasure in getting on my nerves. So tell me, what gives?"

"I'm afraid this isn't a courtesy call, Godfather." I went ahead and explained everything that Miranda and I had experienced in Caracas to President Rowland.

He became my godfather when I was eighteen. At the time, he was not the president of my country but just a businessman.

My father had just revealed his lover whom he had been cheating on my mother with, and it turned out that they'd had a son together for years. His company, which was his' and my mother's sweat was sold to Tim Rowland who was a wealthy businessman. Even though it was a small company then, I sought to buy it back because it had my mother's sweat.

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