GELLER'S POV
The study carried the rich scent of aged books and leather, mingled with the faint tang of pipe smoke lingering from my father’s earlier musings. He sat behind the imposing oak desk, his broad shoulders squared, his gaze steady and calm as it settled on me.
He looked up as I entered, a subtle nod accompanying his gesture toward the chair in front of his desk. I sank into it, the leather cool against my back.
"So, how was the drive?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with a hint of curiosity. "I trust you two managed not to kill each other this time?"
"It was a quiet drive," I replied, keeping my tone deliberately casual.
Dad simply shook his head, a faint disappointment flickering in his eyes. He pulled open a drawer, retrieving several folders before tossing them onto
