The afternoon sun streamed through the wide windows of Grayson’s office, casting golden streaks across the glass desk. Papers were neatly stacked beside his laptop, but his attention stayed locked on the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard as he finished reviewing a proposal.
He barely noticed the quiet hum of the air conditioner or the distant chatter from the hallway. His mind was fully focused, determined to catch any flaws before sending the final draft to his team.
Just as he leaned back, rubbing his tired eyes, his phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a familiar name.
Dad.
Grayson’s jaw tightened. He stared at the phone for a beat before sighing and picking it up.
“Hello?” he answered, keeping his voice steady.
“Grayson,” his father’s voice came through, sharp and direct
