familylovehim

"So how's the business coming along, GOB?" Michael asked with a smug smile, making his way to the counter where his son and brother were. George Michael was looking even more miserable than usual. Well, good, at least the boy might learn something.

Hearing the enmass laughter of small children, Michael turned to see... customers. A lot of them. Kids and their parents shopping to their heart's content. Had GOB actually... done something right?

"George Michael, let me see the report." His son complied, handing over the week's finances.

GOB broke even. No fucking way.