Fallon
My phone buzzed just as I was setting up my next shoot, the familiar name flashing across the screen.
Dad.
I stared at it, tension coiling in my chest. I already knew this wasn’t going to be a social call.
With a sigh, I picked up. “Hey, Dad.”
“Fallon,” he said, his voice brisk as always. “I’ve been trying to reach you.”
I winced. “I’ve been busy—”
“I’m sure you have.” He cut me off like he always did. “But we have a problem.”
Of course we did.
I sank into the chair at my vanity. “What kind of problem?”
He exhaled sharply. “Reid’s pushing through restructuring plans without consulting me. He’s sidelining my people, cutting departments without my approval—”
I rubbed my temple. “Dad—”
“I need you to talk to him,” he said, his voice firm. “Remind him this merger was suppose
