S-sir!" Augustine purred, stuttering as confusion filled his eyes.
He had assumed Mr. Donald's concern would be about Charles being gay—not about him. "Umm, sir… if you don't mind me asking, do you know my family?"
Mr. Donald scoffed, rolling his eyes as he collected the knife from Augustine's hand. "I know about you, Augustine Wales," he began, slicing through the vegetables without sparing him a glance. "I may be old, but that doesn't mean I don't keep up with trends online. I've seen you countless times on national television. Your face has been imprinted in my memory."
Augustine sighed as he swallowed hard. "I… I don't even know where to start from," he admitted, exhaling heavily. "But Mr. Donald, despite being a public figure, I believe you know I've always been true to myself and… and I do my best to handle things the right way."
Mr. Donald scoffed, grabbing a spoon as he began to scoop the eggs from the pot.
