MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND
The residence is ivory-hued, featuring a neat and refined veranda adorned with vibrant, uncommon flora, extending into the spacious garden where the birthday celebration is taking place.
There is a long table near the pool that is surrounded by countless people. Some of them are partners and associates from our firm. They are all over the occasion, not missing a chance to kiss Krew’s ass.
The man himself, the rogue bastard — whom I often bloodied my knuckles fighting when we were in high school — steps out of the house, wheeling a huge pink cake that is almost taller than he is, and when he starts singing Happy Birthday, everyone else joins in.
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