"Listen, Dad is really dissapointed with you."
"Oh sure, tell me something new." I said, I pushed open the balcony windows and let the wind ruffle my hair. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Cross's words weren't anything new. Dad had been disappointed in me for twelve years, and a few more years of disappointment wouldn't make him die.
"You know what you're doing?"
"We're mainly trying to find Gil for you so we can take him out. Since he sold his own son, our main project has been free from any obstacles, and even you and the old hag were able to take on a much larger project. Isn't that a bit weird?"
"It's not strange, it should be like that."
"Right, but Gil cut down all the projects that we should have won, even without submitting a formal proposal."
I smoked my cigarette, blowing smoke into the cool night breeze, but there was no reaction on the other end of the phone. Autumn is coming.
