Dad made me work overtime, going over each presentation a staff has made and the data on how our company is going. It’s not overly complicated but looking at too many numbers and words could tire you out. I had to call Adrianna and tell her I couldn’t pick her up. She told me not to worry, she could as Logan for a ride. So by the time I was done with work, it was almost dinner. Nate and Cassie would be dining out tonight, with Declan and his girlfriend. I’d come home to just my wife tonight. I called her.
“Hey,” she answered softly, her voice quiet, not the usual upbeat tone I’ve grown accustomed to. She must be tired from work too.
“Hey. I’m sorry I have to come home so late. Dad made me work overtime,” I started to ramble.
“Shh,” she muttered, “It’s fine, Jay. I’ve ordered pizza. I’ll
