BASH

Dad played me well. Who would have thought that my old man has a roguish side? What is he trying to imply?

He closed the deal last month before I even came back from the U.K, and nobody mentioned this to me. I flew over here for nothing. We just tossed over a fucking Champagne.

I look like a fool in front of the Korean team. It’s all my fault. I agreed with Dad about the documents. I should’ve checked it before the flight. I just trusted that old man, and I thought he wouldn’t play with me like this.

Lesson learned.

I stomp my feet to the car...