"Boys and girls, as much as I enjoy this, please excuse me, but I will just make a few phone calls." Damon declared at his four audience, who had been attentively watching him.
After breakfast, his son called his other two friends to join them while he performed a few simple magic tricks his grandfather had taught him when he was young.
Thankfully, he still remembered the basic steps. Except for a few mishaps, he had conducted the illusion successfully and did not make a fool of himself.
"But Dad, we don't want you to go. We want to see more magic." His son grumbled, begging him to stay and do some more tricks.
However, he was running out of ideas. Again, he was a businessman, not a magician. He was better at making money appear and disappear at the stock market than doing some magic act.
