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I walked into my father’s office with a sense of unease gnawing at me, my thoughts swirling with the
gravity of the situation he was in. Raymond, my father, stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the
outside as he looked to be deep in thought.
As I entered, he turned towards me, a strained smile gracing his features. “My son, I didn’t expect
you to get back so soon,” he said. “It’s good to see you.”
I offered a brief nod as I approached him, the worry for my father evident in my gaze. “Bianca had
arranged for a private ne, soing back wasn’t an issue,” I exined, noticing the stretch
lines on his forehead were now more prominent..
Standing in front of him, I couldn’t help but voice the question that weighed heavily on my mind–a
question I was afraid of asking. “How are you holding up, Father? Are you okay?” I inquired, hoping
that he’d be honest with me about how he was really doing, no matter how bad it was.
Raymond shrugged nonchntly, an air ofposure masking his emotions. “As you can see, I’m doin
just fine. It was a bit of a shake–up, I admit, but I know I’ll be alright. I just need to sort
things out as quickly as possible,” he assured me.
Sighing softly, I implored my father to share with me the details of what had transpired and exin the
seriousness of the usations that had been leveled against him. “Father, please tell me what
happened. Why are the police suddenly using you of drug use?”
His weary smile did not falter as he motioned for me to take a seat. We settled into the chairs
across from each other, the air heavy with a nerve–racking tension. “Let me start from the
beginning,” he said.
He recounted the events of the previous day, including how the men had arrived at the house and
whisked him away to the police station on charges of illegal substance abuse. “They imed they had
received an anonymous tip,” he exined. “I denied the usations, Richard, and I told them I’ve
never touched drugs in my life, nor do I know anything they’re talking about. But they already believe
I’ve been using my influence to distribute drugs while partaking in using them myself.”
My brows furrowed in confusion as I struggled to make sense of the grave usations leveled against
my father. “But, Dad, that doesn’t make sense. They can’t just haul you in based on an anonymous hp.
I protested. “Did they have any evidence to support their ims?”
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My dad’s gaze faltered for a moment, a shadow of doubt crossing his features as he paused, lost in
his thoughts.
“I asked a question, Dad. Do the cops have any evidence to back up their im?” I questioned.
My father let out a tired sigh before responding. “Yes, Richard. They presented evidence they came
across after they had searched my apartment in Las Vegas. ording to them, they found about a
hundred grams of cocaine in my office there, and that’s what they’re using tounch a full
investigation. They’re also looking into our mainpanies and their subsidiaries to ensure they’re
not funded with illegal money.”
My eyes widened in disbelief, and I honestly struggled to understand what was going on. The thought
of my father being involved in such a thing was iprehensible, and the fact that there was evidence
against him made less sense. “Dad, are you telling me the truth? Are you really not using drugs like
you say?” I asked.
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My father’s brow furrowed slightly. “Richard, I swear to you, I’ve never used drugs in my life, and I
don’t know how they ended up in my apartment. It’s all very confusing for me as well.”
I found it hard to reconcile his words with the reality of the situation, and to make matters worse,
thest time we spoke before now, he had mentioned that he was on a business trip to Las Vegas.
Could it be possible that my father, the man I looked up to, had been hiding that side of himself
from me all this time?
“If they’re not yours, then how did drugs end up in your apartment in Las Vegas, Dad? What happene
while you were there? Did anything strange happen?” I pressed, desperate for answers and struggling
to make sense of it all.
As I was still trying to process the shocking revtion about the drugs found in my father’s Las
Vegas apartment, my father seemed a bit hesitant before suddenly revealing that there was something
he had kept hidden from my mother because he didn’t want her to worry.
“Dad, what is it you haven’t told Mom?” I questioned.
My father let out another sigh, his gaze troubled. “While I was in Las Vegas, I attended a party
organized by Michael Torres, one of my old business associates; you should know who he is. At the
party, I met this woman who introduced herself as a contractor, he replied.
My frown deepened as I listened, sensing there was more to the story. “Go on, Dad. What happened
with this woman?” I prodded, trying to piece together the story that was unfolding before me.
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He paused, and I noticed sweat beads forming on his forehead, a sign of unease. I narrowed my eyes,
studying him intently. “What aren’t you telling me, Dad?” I pressed the tension in the air
thickening.
He took a deep breath before continuing, “I honestly don’t know what happened, Richard, and I
honestly have no memory of it. The truth is, I don’t even remember leaving the party, but all of a
sudden, it was the next morning, and I woke up to the woman beside me, with no recollection of how or
why she was there or how we got there.”
My eyes widened in disbelief at his words. “Did you cheat on Mom?” I blurted out, the thought slicing
through me like a knife.
His oice wavered as he responded, “I don’t know, Richard. I can’t say for sure. I have no memory of
what transpired that night. It’s all a blur. All I know is that it was a strange and unsettling
situation, and it wasn’t the only weird thing that happened to me there.”
My mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions as I tried toprehend what my father was telling me.
Could he have betrayed my mother in such a reckless manner? The thought was unbearable and equal
repulsive.
“What happened after that, Dad?” I asked.
My father’s expression reflected a mix of regret and uncertainty. “After that day, that woman left, and I
never saw her again, nor did I wish to ever see her again. I don’t know what happened or how it
happened, but it was a mistake, Richard. I never wanted any of this to happen,” he admitted.
With a heavy heart, I pressed him for more details, feeling more concerned about the drug case that
could potentially blow out of proportion. “What was her name, Dad? Who was this woman?”
He ran a hand through his graying hair, his gaze troubled. “From what I remember, she had introduced
herself to me as Ang Montez. That’s all I know about her,” he revealed, and the familiar name I
heard was all I needed to know.
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