LIAM
This morning, I had a mental checklist of things to do, but nowhere on that list did I foresee hosting Renee and her father, Malcolm. Yet, here we were, an unexpected trio in my office space.
Settling into my chair, I wrestled with the possibilities for their unannounced visit. A vague suspicion flickered in the back of my mind, a nagging thought that I immediately dismissed. Dwelling on it would only stir my unease, and I don't need that at the moment.
Clearing my throat, I finally broke the silence. "To what do I owe this visit, Mr. Cedric?"
His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and angry. "What do you think?" he fired back, his tone dripping with barely concealed hostility.
