He watched his father-in-law in his peripheral vision, contemplating if the rumors were true about his impending bankruptcy. He still needed to see his books to confirm the state of his affairs.
He would have helped him if he had been a good father to his wife, but judging from how Tyra talked about him. He only used his daughter for his own intentions. He never cared about Tyra at all.
"Would you like a drink, John?" Troy offered as he walked towards the small table containing his favorite drink. It was one of the best brands of scotch he served in his establishment.
He had always been a gracious host even to his enemies when they had come to visit him for a friendly chat. But ironically, there was nothing pleasant in their conversation, just hidden agendas that needed to be addressed.
He believed that tonight was no different. His guest might appear to be in a jolly mood, but deep inside, he could discern his true intention.
