Another day passed beneath gray morning skies.
At the Morgan family residence, the atmosphere was anything but warm.
Finley Morgan had barely stepped through the living room when his father's sharp gaze pinned him in place.
The look carried years of authority, impatience, and disappointment all at once.
Finley forced a polite smile and leaned down to hug his grandfather first. "Grandpa. It's good to see you."
Old Nicholas patted his back fondly before Finley turned toward his father and sat across from him.
"Father, I'm sorry," Finley said. "I only just found time to visit."
"I understand that you can not come often..." Theodor Morgan's jaw tightened. "But tell me this... why does your secretary answer every time I call you? Are you truly so busy that you can't pick up your father's calls yourself?"
Finley exhaled slowly.
