Chapitre 95: Chapter Ninety Five

Michael's P. O. V

Breakfast was pretty silent, Xander ate just like he always did, eloquently and slowly. The guy was as slow as a tortoise when he ate, his slow eating killed the excitement of leaving the house.

Finally, we concluded breakfast and got in the car, he made a phone call that kept him away for ten minutes or so.

It was eight am. By the time we get to the venue, it would be too late to go fishing, I've never heard of people fishing in the afternoon.

"Alright. Are you ready forfather–son day?." Xander asked, and my eyes almost fell out of the socket. The fuck?!

"Okay, where are the cameras? Did you hide one in this car? You had me fooled for a moment." I said in sudden realization. This just had to be a prank of some sort. Xander Tyler would never forfeit a day at the office to waste his time with me.