Chapter 3.

Brandon Reing.

His eccentric son was everything that was wrong, but despite everything he was the only one he had, if it weren't for the fact that he had inherited the oil company from his parents and built it from scratch adding some aspects for the world of entertainment and the hotel world, his son would simply be a nobody.

For Brandon, the two joys of his life were the grumpy Norman and his small and beloved company, which really had nothing small, but because of Norman's eccentric life full of excesses both sides of his heart were in danger, and not from a physical danger but from the danger of collapsing due to the scandals that had arisen in recent years due to excessive partying; yachts where there were women who one could think of hiring prostitutes and a lot of scandals related to his son's sexual life, in which the most predominant thing was the consumption of drugs and some narcotics mixed with alcohol: the perfect bomb to ruin your career.

So, trying to relax, he looked at the night sky and let out the air that was stuck in his throat saying: Ohhh my beloved Virginia, I wish it were you who was here and could pull Norman's ears properly, but honey, you left so prematurely that you didn't even accompany me in his adolescence, now he's a 36-year-old man who lives like a rock star, sometimes I don't even know what to think, the only thing I can ask is from heaven that one of those many women he sleeps with doesn't infect him with anything, can you believe it my love? An old man like me, 62 years old, still worrying about a 36-year-old loose ball who doesn't know how to keep his dick in his pants. Virginia, I'm tired, I'm a tired old man, I want to get some sleep but I feel like if I do I'll wake up where you are now and I won't be able to help Norman redeem his mistakes, as deep as they may be, I just don't want him to die from some painful disease, I'd like him to find a good woman at some point and settle down, but given his lifestyle it's more likely that I'll consider that he's going to have a polyamorous relationship with a whole brothel, honey do something from the other side, make him have erectile dysfunction, introduce him to a good woman, if you want, use me to get to know her, but don't let this situation continue because I'm really tired of all this, I'm not young enough to deal with this anymore, at my age I don't think I want to deal with this anymore.

Just then the door opened and Brandon kept silent so that no one else would hear his complaints into the void; it was his assistant, a brunette woman who told him: we've managed to get in touch with young Norman, I think you should talk to him.

Sighing, she said: I don't want to talk to him today, I'm already bored, I've been wanting to scold him for a while, right now I just want to go out and take a walk, the night is beautiful why don't you take it off Adriana…