"Alright, I’m heading out." Alaric placed his napkin on the table, getting ready to stand up.
A hand reached across the table and gently pressed down on his.
“Alaric, you just got here. You haven’t even warmed the chair and you’re already leaving?” It was Alaric’s mother, Daisy, speaking. She had been pestering him for ages to come home, and now that he finally showed up for dinner, she wasn’t going to let him off so easily. "It’s Friday evening—surely you don’t have anything urgent to do? Stay a little longer.”
“I have a few reports to review for Monday’s meeting,” Alaric replied, pulling his hand back as he stood.
Mrs. Winfield, not wanting to confront her son directly, redirected her frustration toward her husband, Albert. “Look at you! You handed over the company to him so early, a
