Father: What kind of stupidity are you doing?! How could you do that in my company building? A brothel?! Are you crazy?! There's no way you're my son, Khaled!
Khaled: Please listen to me. I'm doing a business that will bring money for years ahead. Didn't you see the profit we made in just the first month?
Father: Profit? This is not an honest job. You're forcing girls into this and destroying them. And what about the police?
Khaled (laughing): Honest? What about you, the king of drug and weapon dealing? Wasn't your company just a cover for your real work?
Father: But I never destroyed girls!
Khaled: I'm not doing anything wrong. I give them a salary. They enjoy the money, and others enjoy them. What's the problem? And by the way, the police, the prosecutor, and even sometimes the judge come to my place. And trust me, I have files on them that force them to protect me. So there's no problem even if I make my business public.
Father: That's it. If you don't stop this, I'll put you in jail myself. Or worse, I'll cut you off from inheriting my police contacts and my business.
Khaled got very angry and left.
Then he got a phone call.
Voice: Hello, Mr. Khaled.
Khaled: What is it, Walaa?
Walaa: A strange guy came here. I don't know what he wanted. He was looking for one of the girls who works with us, but he didn't know anything about our business.
Khaled: So he came in thinking it was something else?
Walaa: I think so. What should we do?
Khaled: Did you search him?
Walaa: Yes, I'll send you his report.
After reading it:
Khaled: Let him go. He seems dumb and clueless. And anyway, we're not doing anything wrong. Got it?
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Two weeks later…
Khaled is a modern guy. He dyes his hair yellow, wears the latest fashion, always has sunglasses on, and has tattoos all over his body.
He went to meet his partner.
Khaled: Hey, Yehia.
Yehia: Did your dad bother you again today?
Khaled: Yeah, honestly I can't take it anymore.
Yehia: Do you hate him?
Khaled: I don't know. My dad was so cruel to me when I was a kid. He said he wanted me to be strong so I could run his dangerous business. He tortured me a lot. But when I grew up, I started liking his work and dangerous missions. I became an even worse version of him. I even think about killing him so I can take over both his business and mine, in my own way.
Yehia: Are you really going to do that?
Khaled: Honestly, I think I can do it easily. In the end, he's not a real father, and I'm not a real son.
Yehia: How so?
Khaled: He married my mom because of her money and her powerful family. That helped him build his empire. He had me just to gain her trust and control her money. He had a kid even though he never wanted one. I think he hates me just like I don't love him.
Yehia: What a family mess… keep me out of it.
Then Khaled got a phone call.
Yehia: Who is it?
Khaled: The servant. He only calls if there's a disaster. Let's see.
Khaled: What do you want?
Servant: I'm sorry, sir… but your father is dead.