Evans arrived at his home. Victor was relaxing by the pool, enjoying tea and snacks. Dylan sat beside him, playing games on his cell phone.
"Dad," Evans greeted. "Why is it that you never tell me first every time you come to my house?"
"Do I have to tell you I'm coming to my son's house?" Victor replied.
Evans immediately sat down next to his father. He tried to look relaxed.
"What's wrong?" Evans asked.
"What's wrong?" Victor repeated Evans' question. "I don't need to explain what you've done wrong. You must already know.
"Don't beat around the bush, Dad. I'm swamped."
"Busy making love to your daughter's nanny?" said Victor.
"No, I wasn't," Evans replied. "What exactly are you trying to tell me?"
Dylan reached for the large white envelope on the table. Evans immediately picked u
