Confrontation

Jake realized that he might actually have the upper hand in this scenario. There was no way that his father knew what Jake's mom was really doing to earn money. Maybe Jake could spin this in his favor.

Jake makes his way downstairs and sees his parents sitting at the dining table. They both look up and over at him, but Jake avoids eye contact and stares at the floor. "Umm, Mom, could you come to my room for a second? I just want a quick chat in private." Before he hears a response, Jake bounds back up the stairs into his room.

A few seconds later his mother opens the door. "Hey Jake, what's up?" she says.

Stone faced, he replied. "Close the door."

She complied, but had a worried look on her face. "Son, you're scaring me. What is this all about?"

Jake looked at his mother, locking in eye contact. "I know the real reason you were at the hotel last night. I called the agency last night and they confirmed my suspicions. You can't play me anymore."