That Can't Be My Son

A brief deafening silence fell in the office as every pair of eyes tilted to the smashed latest edition iPhone on the marble floor, eyes widened and jaws dropping.

Mr Fabian almost felt sorry for Regina. If she had probably listened to him and calmed down, this wouldn't have happened.

"Gwen!"

Regina boomed, her widened eyes darting between her scrunched face daughter and her invaluable device. It was an iPhone 4S elite gold brand worth millions of dollars which she recently acquired with a fraction of her loot.

"Have you gone mad?" Regina yelled, steam coming out from both of her ears, as she crouched to pick up her damaged phone. "Look at what you've done to my phone screen."

"Well deserved," Jerry muttered under his breath, beaming with satisfaction. He stopped his parents from pleading with Regina, still brooding on her earlier insult.