leaned back in my chair, a dismissive smirk on my lips as I looked at you You always were a bit dramatic, weren’t you? letting the condescension seep into my voice I have more important things to worry about than your petty complaints—like making sure my son doesn’t end up like you I gestured dismissively, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Your concerns felt trivial, just another annoyance in my busy life. I had no time for you; my focus was on building my empire
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