Pleasure in disguise

“Where’s my father!”

Fred welcomed everyone with this words, his eyes filled with rage. He was perambulating round the living room, his hands sweating from the edginess inside of him. 

“What’s wrong Fred?” Mrs. Kareena walked up to him.

 “I need to see that man who calls himself my father, that selfish man.”

“Enough!” Mr. Manchester appeared from the opening passage, his smirk filled with pure evil. He slowly walked to his son. “Here I am.”

The workers had their eyes on what they called the unending father and son drama.

“What did you do Mr. Maxwell? What happened to the funds for the charity home?”

Mr. Manchester smiled, he was smiling so hard and refused to speak.

“Talk to me,” Fred drew his father closer. There were gasps from all corners of the room.

“Everyone go in!” Mrs. Kareena ordered and they all obeyed.

His hands were still on his father’s neck collar. “I raised a million dollars each for four charity homes only for me to wake and it