SAMUEL PARK
I was in my office analyzing the cash flows of the nightclubs when I saw through the monitoring cameras that my father was entering through the front door of the nightclub.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was not even nine o'clock in the morning. What was he doing here at that time? I thought, surprised, because he usually didn't come here so early.
I tried not to make a scene and went back to my work, but it didn't take long before I saw my father's stern expression as he walked through the door of my office without knocking or asking for permission, unlike Douglas, who always asks.
"Well, if it isn't the majestic, glorious Douglas Park in my nightclub," I said, getting up from my chair and going to hug my father with my usual smile.
He accepted my greeting despite
