In the trailer, Ted was puffing on an Export A cigarette. Squinting at Liam, he squeezed the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, blowing blue-gray smoke through his nostrils.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Liam asked.
They were going over the day’s progress status and in the last minutes, Ted had been unusually quiet. It looked as though he had something to say. Liam realized his boss was a terrible actor.
“So, son, you satisfied with the way things are going?”
Ted had never called him son before.
Liam glanced up from the paper again. “What’s that?”
Ted had a warm expression on his face. “You don’t mind it if I call you son, do you? Because that’s how I think of you three Stokes boys. Especially you and your brother Rye. Since your dad…Well, I guess I feel like—”
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