As I left the room, I could hear my father's voice in the back of my mind. I was going soft. He didn't raise me to be that kind of man who bows to a woman's every wish. Or to be moved by any of her tears and tantrums. I needed to pull myself together.
I walked to my study/home office and saw that my breakfast had been placed there. I opened the plate and hummed.
I settled into my seat and I bit into the croissant set on my table as I flipped through the files with my left hand. Yes I was supposed to be resting after a long flight but I did not have the time. There was so much work to catch up with.
I was busy taking a sip of my coffee when a knock on my door came.
"Come in." I said just loud enough for the person on the other side to hear me.
Tomas walked in shortly after. I was expecting him.
"Don," he bowed slightly.
I nodded in acknowledgement of his salute.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Well. How are you?"
"Never been better."
