“Dad, what is the meaning of this?” Alexander Taylor barged into the other office on the second floor fuming. An older man sat in his chair and frowned. He was the splitting image of Alex but one could tell he was older and from the irritated look in his eyes, angry too. “I believe your mother and I raised you better than that,” Lyon Taylor scolded as he scowled at Alex. “Where are your manners?” “Cut the drama Dad. Why didn’t my ID card work when I tried to sign in?” Alex asked not to be interested in an etiquette class. LYon blinked in surprise before his expression turned dark. “If it wasn’t obvious already,” he started, then paused to take a deep breath. “You are fired,” Alex spluttered, his words coming out incoherent. “You can’t fire me, I’m your son!” Lyon let out a humorless chuckle. “I guess I just did,” “Dad, you can’t be serious. I’m your son, you can’t kick me out.” Alex continued somehow hoping his words would get through to his old man but Lyon was unmoved. “What
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