- You were in Finland last year, weren’t you? - Andrew’s father asked. He and Andrew were seated at a restaurant downtown, having lunch before the meeting with their lawyers to discuss the inheritance Andrew’s uncle left for him.
- I was. - Andrew answered, raising one eyebrow. He hated the idea of his father knowing where he was all the time. - Why?
- Nothing, I was just surprised. I wasn’t, how do you say, persecuting you. I just happened to hear you were there.
- You heard I was there? How?
- Part of that property is mine still and a brand made a request to use it for a fashion campaign. - He said, nonchalant. - I authorized it but then I was told you were there at your house in the company of a young woman. So I said no.
- Your land is huge and far away from mine, you could shoot
