Connor
"What are you going on about?" Dad placed his hands on the island countertop with a scowl.
"I'm firing you," I frowned and handed him another paper with an official withdrawal of him as my manager. "You've proven to me you can't be my manager and I can't trust you with my finances anymore.
"Maybe if I take out the business side of our relationship you'll finally see me as your son. I can't have a manager who doesn't bother to get me any brand deals without me having to date clients' daughters or who doesn't pick up my calls at all.
"There's no professional relationship between us at all and you just disappear for months on end without giving me a heads up. I can't do this anymore Dad. I'm sorry. Maybe it'll finally give you a break from rugby and the Coleman's"
