“Uncle Raj, it's not like that. Haven't you ever heard of 'a woman scorned'? When you toss them aside, they lash out.” Damian says with a smirk, and everyone looks at me. This mother fucker. You won't win this round, and there won't be a next one either. I won't entertain his bullshit.
“Oh please, I wouldn't go near you with a ten-foot pole. I will clear this up with your words, not mine.” I said and took out my phone and messaged Zander first, and then played the recording I took of our first and only conversation. He looks pissed as he listens, and tries to make a grab for my phone.
Zander comes in and grabs him by his suit jacket, and pulls him away. “Careful, Mr. Storm. The police are already on their way. Do you want to add physical assault to your growing list of charges? Stay away
