“All you have to do is sign here and that’s it. We’re done!” the boss announced loudly.
Hayden didn’t seem at all surprised at how his father seemed to be rushing and impatient about everything. Instead of bothering us to travel to the city hall, the boss had a representative from the city hall turn up to our mansion with our marriage registry ready for signing. The thin and frail middle-aged man who had the misfortune to be selected for this task looked like he couldn’t wait to get this over and done with so that he could go home.
