I pushed through the heavy office doors, feeling the cool rush of evening air hit my face. The day has been long and unforgiving, filled with meetings that drained me more than I'd cared to admit. I pull out my phone to check for messages, hoping for some semblance of normalcy or, perhaps, a distraction.
That was when I saw it—a missed call from Pa. Why the fuck was the old man calling me? I must have been distracted as I walked out of Chairman Armand's office and never heard the phone beep. I huffed in annoyance and was about to put the phone back in my pocket when it rang again, and I had no choice but to answer it.
"Hello?" I spoke up trying to keep my voice steady.
"Ah, there you are," his voice came through carrying a mixture of coldness and authority that I've come to recognize. "I was just about to leave a message. I'd like you to join me for dinner tonight at my private condo. I'm having a few friends over."
