Furious, Richard sprang up and shouted into the phone, “Uncle, this is my only chance of avenging Dad. Why are you stopping me?”
“That’s because you’re the only son your mom has, and you are my only nephew. I can’t let you be in danger,” the man answered him calmly.
“What if I don’t agree to it?”
“If you disobey my order, I’ll transfer you back here and swap your position into a sinecure.”
Richard’s eyes were filled with struggle and reluctance upon hearing that threat. He growled into the phone and said, “Just because you’re the vice president doesn’t mean that you can threaten me like this.”
“I’m doing this because I’m your uncle. Even though I’m only four years older, I am still your elder. There won’t be any further discussion on this matter. I have a meeting to attend,” Richard’s uncle said assertively and hung up the phone.
Richard huffed and pounded his fist against the table, creating a crack in the sturdy marbletop. He gripped his hair and furrowed his eyebrows in pain. He looked at his phone once again and picked it up. After he found the number, he took a deep breath and made the call.
“Hello! Is that you, Richard?” A female’s gentle voice came through.
“Mom, it’s me. Am I disturbing you?” Richard asked softly. The way they spoke did not feel like how a mother and son would normally interact-it was distant.
“No, I’ve been hoping you’d call! I’ve missed your voice,” she replied with her lovely, soothing voice.
“Please ask uncle to stop interfering with my job.” Richard’s sole purpose of calling was only because of work.
“It’s not his fault; I asked him to do that. My only request is to stop you from joining missions related to your dad.
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