Noah's POV
I was returning to the office after a long, draining meeting with some clients. The car's interior was quiet, save for the faint hum of the engine and the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the armrest. I needed a break, so I decided to close my eyes for a few moments, hoping to catch a quick nap during the ride.
Just as I was beginning to relax, my phone started ringing. I groaned, hoping whoever it was would give up if I didn't answer. But the ringing persisted. Reluctantly, I cracked an eye open and glanced at the screen. It was my father.
I sighed, knowing I couldn't ignore this call. I picked up, bracing myself for whatever reason he was calling.
"Noah! Finally, you decide to answer your poor, neglected father!" His voice boomed with mock indignation.
"Sorry, Dad. I've
