Chapter 2.

Norman Reing.

As the engine roared as it sped through the scenic roads of Protonia, a stunning black-haired babe with big tits was jumping on me in the back of the car, I think she was a singer or some model, I couldn't remember anymore, as I'd been fucking her all day and I didn't even know her name, this was the life every man deserves to have, my cock having the attention of the black-haired girl's hips while my mind was carried away by the pleasure of the encounter.

The driver had been around the city so much that I didn't even know what part we were in, there are no responsibilities when you have a high-class prostitute doing her job well, it's the same for when a father tries to put responsibilities on a multi-million dollar company; Suddenly, the sound of an ambulance was heard, which brought me out of my daze…

I was going at full speed and I could only let out the words damn it, the black haired girl stopped immediately and looked out the window, but I gave her a light blow to the face and having her attention I claimed: have I finished so that you could be distracted? Keep moving like the whore you are, the woman continued to struggle while the driver attended a call, and from the look he gave me in the rearview mirror, I could tell who it was, it was not necessary I expected her to say the words because I knew it was my father who had just called…

After going around in circles trying to avoid answering the phone on my own, the black haired girl finished and as usual I put a wad of bills in the middle of her pubis and got her out of the car.

So the guy driving said, have you seen the news, and I ironically said, yeah right… didn’t you see him burying a black haired girl? That’s the news I’ve seen, to which the driver simply said, your dad called because his office had your name in the headlines again, along with public indecency, it seems more than one woman has reported you for using her and not calling her back, some claimed that they had your baby and after some tests that were done funded by your dad it came back negative, so let’s just say that the guy all he wants to do is talk to you, but I don’t know what kind of tone he wants to talk to you in, so Norman said, well at least the old man did something good; When he calls again, forward it directly to my phone, I will answer without a doubt, do you understand Zachary? The driver immediately nodded and said: Ok, but I think words were unnecessary at this point…

For his part, old Brandon, Norman's father, had just crossed the room to a huge glass window that looked out onto the city at night. The man had to get going and make sure that the shares in Norman's name had no repercussions on the company, not even on him.

And although he would often like to sign to the public that he had two children living in the same body, no one would believe him, because one thing was talking to Norman Reing and another very different thing was simply talking to Norman.