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LUKE

I am standing outside the warehouse where I probably have one of the best dates that I have ever had, is waiting for me on the inside. But my dad has decided to burst into the warehouse, unannounced. I know that I want him to talk to me in person but this is just unacceptable.

"What do you mean, who the hell do you think I am?"

Anger is not exactly the word that I am feeling but more like disgust that he calls himself a father but does not care for his own son. It seems he only cares for his business and the success of it.

"I mean...who gave you the right not to answer my calls, emails, or even messages?!"

"I...I am giving myself the right not to answer any of your messages because you do not care about me. Why should I care about you and your business?"