Richard’s POV “Good evening, Tiffany” I picked up the phone, placed it closer to my ear as I used my shoulder as support while I tried to fix the buttons on my shirt.“Good evening, son, how was your day?” I removed the phone from my ear to look at the caller again, hoping It was the wrong person. “Cut the pretence Tiffany, go straight to the point. What do you want?” I demanded. Growing up, Tiffany made it clear that she didn’t have time for a child, and I may be nice to every person in the world but not to Tiffany. “I’m trying to be nice here, Richard, give me some respect too, young man” she replied angrily.“I’ll try, now what…” I paused trying to find a nicer way to ask why she was calling me. How can I help you?” I guess that came out cool enough. There was silence before she replied &
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