"The son of Maryann?" Mr. Stratford asked with much shock littered across his face. He could even barely maintain his balance.
"Sir? Sir?!"
His secretary called him twice but he was too lost in thought to acknowledge.
"How?" That was the next thing she heard him say.
"Let him in," Mr. Stratford switched to his normal self. He sat conformably while waiting for his unexpected guest to walk in and he did barely twenty seconds later.
"Maryann?" Mr. Stratford said immediately he set his eyes on his guest, Ethan. He had her eyes, her nose and even her lips.
"She used to say I looked more like you than her but people always disagreed, I always disagreed."
"Who are you and why did you come here?"
Ethan laughed. To him, the question posed by Mr. Stratford was hypocritical and funny.
