Alexander had just exited the washroom when a cold breeze blew from the balcony. He sneezed twice consecutively while feeling a chill at the back of his neck. I answered a phone call from my family’s butler, Mr. Harry. He was nagging me over the phone for quite some time and urged me to return to the Duncans’ ancestral home to make peace with Grandpa. Mr. Harry has been giving me the same speech every other day. In fact, he has been rather loquacious lately. I respect him as an elderly in the Duncan Residence, which is why I listen when he nags. However, I have yet to return home even once.
“President Duncan.”
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