What Can Possibly Go Wrong?

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Mr. Black was well aware of the fact that his son was going around following his men occasionally, even skipping school to visit various sites.

Of course, recently he hadn't had the time to listen to all the reports in detail, but he knew the gist of it.

Instead of being angry at his son's truancy, however, Mr. Black felt a little melancholic instead. "I guess he's finally growing up, and realizing how insignificant grades are for people like us, and how much being familiar with the ground-level situation matters instead."

At this moment, his personal phone rang, and Mr. Black took a look to find that it was none other than his close friend, Mr. Sullivan.

He grinned as he picked the phone up. "Yo, Sully. How are things?"

The voice from the other side chuckled. "Good. My wife is still working on that thing, though. That woman is such a pain, one step forward, two steps back."