Anderson
The mirror reflected the man I had become, a businessman with ambitions far beyond his years in music. I adjusted my tie, glancing at my reflection one last time before heading downstairs. It was already past 7 AM, and I was running late.
Aiden was sitting in the corner of the living room, sulking. His arms were crossed, his face drawn in a pout that mirrored his mother’s features so perfectly it was hard to look at him sometimes. Aiden had always been sensitive, but it was a trait I couldn’t allow him to carry into adulthood. He needed to toughen up. Soon, he would be old enough to join me in the business world, and there was no room for weakness in this industry.
“Why are you sitting there like that?” I asked as I walked past him.
His expression brightened when he saw me, bu
