Chapter 17 I’d Rather Dig Horses’ Shit

 

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After hearing Dad’s faint deep voice telling me to come in, I walked inside. He was sitting behind his glass top desk. His office was modern and boring surrounded by glass walls. There was no decoration other than his chair, the desk, two chairs in front, a small coffee table, and a single file drawer. No family photos, paintings on the wall, nor rags.

Alexander Phoenix Williams had a principle that family would come first, and he...