Kendrick was signing documents in his office when the door swung open unexpectedly. He quickly raised his head, taken aback by his parents' appearance; both were looking at him intently. He hadn't expected them to pay him a visit in the office because he knew they were preoccupied with something his mother didn't want him to know about.
“Dad? Mother?”
Kendrick quickly put his pen down and stood up to greet them, but his parents went straight to the couch, so he followed.
“I want you to send a note to all the members of the board, informing them that the proceedings will be next week,” Alberto said immediately after he sat down on the couch.
“So, are you planning to be held here or in court?'
“Here! And I want to choose who will preside over the proceedings-
“But Dad, you don't need
