Who's his father?

Chapter 11

Sitting in his office with loads of document waiting patiently for his attention. Daniel's stomach growled, a reminded of a missed breakfast. Glancing at the wall clock, he sighed. It was already two in the afternoon. Yet he had no solid food in his stomach.

He couldn't blamed his stomach for throwing an hissing fit. It had been patient enough, all thanks to Patricia. How in hell did he get such a lady for a contracted marriage.

Dylan.

Dylan insinuated it, mapped it out but he was the one facing its repercussion.

As if on cue, the door creak and opened, revealing the presence of his least expected person. Dylan - speak of the devil.

He had a huge grin on as though he just won a jack pot or trophy.

"What's up with this forlorn hope?" Dylan enquired, depositing his ass on the swivel chair opposite Daniel. "You are a married man and yet you are already looking like someone who lost his wife." He teased with a smile.

"Gee, Patricia is fire! I swear man, I have no peace o