"Listen, Dad is really dissapointed with you."
"Oh sure, tell me something new." I said, I push the balcony window and letting the wind ruffles my hair. I reached my pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. What Cross said was nothing new, dad had been always disappointed in me for twelve years, a few more years of feeling disappointed wouldn't make him die.
"You know what you're doing?"
"Jerk, our main problem is to find Gil for you to finish him off. Because, since he sold his own son, our main project has not been blockage by anyone, even you and the old hag were able to take on a much larger project, isn't that strange?"
"It's not strange, it should be like that."
"Right, but before Gil cut down all the projects that we should have won even without submit any a formal proposal."
There was no answer on the other end of the phone, I smoked my cigarette blowing smoke into the cool night breeze. Autumn is coming.
