As Leon entered his father's office, he found Paul sitting behind his desk, slurping down his fifth glass of whiskey as he was engrossed in his work. The room had an air of seriousness, with the walls filled with the same priceless decorations and paintings.
Paul looked up from his papers, his gaze meeting his son's. His eyes had a mixture of disdain and uncertainty as he took in Leon's presence.
"Leon... you're here...," Paul's voice held the slightest hint of emotion, his words trailing off slightly.
"Yes, Father. I've come to talk," Leon replied, trying to keep his voice steady and respectful despite his nervousness.
Paul looked absolutely surprised as he heard Leon's tone. It had been years since he had seen Leon like this as he always behaved harshly and disrespectfully, whenever he spoke to him and he always remained quiet with a rude face whenever Paul used his aura to overwhelm him, just so he could speak to him.
