"I do." I said.
I rested one hand against the worn reception counter Uncle Will had built himself decades earlier.
"You see old buildings. I see memories. You see land. I see Lawson Customs. You see profit but I see purpose." I said and Charles let out a frustrated breath.
"You've become impossible." He said.
"I've become independent." I said.
"That's not the same thing." He said.
"It feels pretty similar from where I'm standing." I said so he stepped closer.
"I can give you security." He said and I laughed softly.
"I already have security." I said.
"You have a workshop." He said.
"I have a successful business." I said.
"You have motorcycles." He snapped.
"I have loyal customers." I said.
"You have a tiny apartment." He said.
"I have a home." I said and his voice rose.
"You
