74 HE ISN'T DEAD

𝑌𝑒𝑜-𝐽𝑜𝑜𝑛

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑," I felt my blood rising to my temples watching our father- my father smiled at him. I was invincible before them. My blood boiled deeper when he clapped his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm impressed," he nodded his head. Smiling with his eyes on the wall tv in the meeting room where a game was being displayed. The clients nod their heads, and a satisfied smile was displayed on their faces.

"Honestly, I must say this is the first game company to have given us what we want," the client said, a man with blonde permed hair said. "It's beyond our expectations, we expected the usual product we got from other companies but your company is an exception."

"All thanks to my son."