“Boy, you better sit up, else!” Mrs Clampett roared, the veins in her neck and forehead popping out, walking into Bryan's office, making a loud bang on the door, ignoring what his staff would think. Bryan's chair was rolled backwards, where he stared at the wall, just because he believed it would help him think better. “Hey! Look at me boy!” Mrs Clampett shouted, hitting her purse on the table, her eyes full of rage, stern on Bryan. Bryan said nothing, he remained composed, rocking his chair back and forth. Mrs Clampett began to reduce her intensity when he saw that Bryan was giving no attention to her. She knew him too well, if Bryan reacted, he was not yet angry, when he gets silent, better tread carefully. “Br…” she stuttered “Bryan, I'm not here for jokes” she added some more intensity, trying so hard to hide her fears. Since when Bryan stood his ground and married Alexa, she secretly had some fear and respect for him. Not the kind of fear that makes a mother afraid of h
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