Chapter 11

Reynolds checked the time on his watch as he strode down the short hallway to his father's study. He maintained a calm posture as his father came into view, trying not to look as hurried as he felt. Because the truth was he was impatient and absolutely did not want to be there.

This was the second time that week.

He was beginning to rethink his decisions. He had had to put a vital meeting on hold when he got his father's call to be there. It was apparently urgent. Why then did the man seem so much at ease, on his wheelchair behind his desk, casually flipping through a file?

"Father", he called out.

"Ah, there he is. You came quickly". He wheeled his chair closer towards Reynolds with the same ease that was starting to make Reynolds annoyed.

"It sounded urgent". He sat down. "What's wrong?"

"Everything!", his raised voiced boomed through the room. "Everything is in shambles!"

Reynolds leaned on the chair handle, massaging his temple. His father could sometimes be dramatic. And yet aga