"What the fuck?" A middle-aged man, still handsome in his looks, spit out the coffee he had in his mouth. Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly, asking himself if he was dreaming.

"Hey, come and pinch me, boy." He called a male worker who passed by him. The worker gave him a puzzled look and went about his business.

"Holy fuck!" He choked again. "Am I dreaming?" He asked no one in particular. "If this is the girl my son is crazy for, then I am finished." He muttered to himself. Earlier, he had sat in his mini library inside his room to drown his sorrows by reading...