Chapter Thirteen

"Yeah, is there a problem?" he asked.

"No, not all. You will have a quality father and son time then. Sorry my mum bothered you. She just loves treating my friends to her thanksgiving special meal, especially when she thinks you've been good to me."

"It's nothing like that, it's strictly business," he said.

Strict business in L. A? Well, I would say it sounded suspicious but no way! His father surely didn't know my uncle, plus my uncle had nothing to do with beauty products. He is probably somewhere selling his drugs and killing innocent people in the name of acquiring new territories and building an empire for the Mafia.

"I will need you to do something for me while I'm away." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You'll have to be in charge of the company for the moment."

The entire company? "Is your father is aware of this?"