He watched his father from across the room seated behind his desk. Don Roberto was perched at the end of his seat squinting at something on his laptop, his vision had dwindled over the years but the man had refused to accept that fact and had continued to pretend he could see well.
Right now, he was intentionally keeping Nicolás waiting and waiting he could because at the end of this meeting, if things went just as he'd planned, his father would have his wings clipped and severed into different pieces.
It took another thirty more minutes before Don Roberto finally walked up to him, settling himself into the chair opposite Nicolás.
"I didn't think I was going to see you anywhere soon, considering the ruckus you and your wife caused in my office," he said.
"I can't help myself sometimes."
