Oscar had his hands shaking as he walked past the security entrance. He was a few minutes earlier than scheduled, and it did him no good. His heartbeat was racing like those in Formula 1, trying to outrun the opponent. Only this time, he was the opponent. His body was going against him, yet his mind had stood down.
He opened the door to the board room, where the committee usually meets. A few old men were already chatting in the middle, but there were empty chairs.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," he greeted them. He was sure that one of them was smiling, but then quickly turned casual upon seeing him.
"Ah, the Alpha’s son. To whom do we owe your presence here, child?" an old man in his fifties acknowledged him. He had a serious look, as if he was scolding a kid who had destroyed his new t
