Mr. Sullivan sat in the opulent living room of his home, his expression stern and unyielding. He was a man of wealth and power, accustomed to getting what he wanted, and he had made it clear that his son, Roy, was expected to follow in his footsteps.
Roy stood before his father, his posture rigid as he prepared to deliver the news he knew his father would not like.
"Dad, I'm afraid I haven't been able to make much progress with Joanna," Roy said, his voice tense and controlled.
"What do you mean, 'not much progress'?" Mr. Sullivan snapped, his eyebrows drawing together in a furious scowl. "I gave you a simple task - to seduce that young woman and make her yours. And yet, you're telling me that you haven't been able to get through to her?"
Roy swallowed hard, his face flushed with embarrassment and fear. He knew that his father would not tolerate failure, especially not in a matter as important as this.
