It was like he just walked into a Twilight Zone. He had to blink twice to ensure he had gone to the right house and not another man's backyard.
However, seeing the familiar faces of those people gathering around the pool area assured him that he was at the right place.
He was home. "Oliver." He acknowledged his son, who ran toward him, picking him up from the floor and cradling him in his burly arms as if his little kid weighed nothing.
Nevertheless, he was still confused, seeing most of his workers out of their uniforms and, more importantly, having the time of their lives. At least they were laughing until they saw him.
"Dad, you are just in time for the games." Oliver excitedly informed him as the little rascal squirmed out of his arms before running and joining his friends again.
Still, as far as he knew, he had not organized a party while watching the kids run around the place, so he was surprised to see one ongoing in his backyard.
