Chapter 10 - 2.4 : Death Dinner
Al was still walking backward, waving at Clara’s car as it drove away, when he suddenly bumped into something.
"Ugh—" Al grunted.
He turned around.
Standing before him was a tall, dignified man in a world-class business suit. His sharp eyes and stern expression exuded overwhelming pressure.
His father. Edward Virellano.
In his left hand, he was holding a phone he had just lowered from his ear. His face instantly twisted in displeasure.
"What is this?" his father said.
His eyes scanned Al from head to toe. Smudged face, dirty shirt, stained pants... and a stench—an unmistakable stench of a damp, sewer-like evening.
Al stared blankly for a few seconds. Then, in a completely flat tone:
"He... Hello, Father."
"What were you doing?! Did you fall into a sewer?!" his father shouted angrily.
Al slowly took a step back.