George
I paced around my study room as I heard the ringing from the other end but the call wasn't picked up. I knew he did it on purpose. A hissed left my lips, I tried again for the second time. As his voice resonated through the line, my anger escalated more. “Wow. What a lucky day for me today. George Carlson is calling me.”
“You are a fool, Bernardo.” I spat through the phone. His laughter filled up my phone speaker. His laughter was as foolish as him. “What crime did I commit to get such negative words from you.” I could picture him turning around his chair in his office, smoking cigarettes. The same thing that will end his life. Drinking, taking all sorts of harmful drugs, and smoking.
“You know what I'm talking about Bernardo. Stop playing pretense. Whatever beef you have with
