"Good afternoon, Mr. Osbert," greeted one of the staff who met him at the entrance of the office building owned by Osbert's company. Sean nodded and continued his steady steps toward one of the elevators. There, in front of the elevator doors, Clara was waiting for him.
"Good afternoon, sir. Mrs. Dorothy has been awaiting your arrival since morning. Hmm, she doesn't look too happy, sir," Clara murmured to Sean's mild surprise.
Lately, especially after the issue of Osbert's grandchildren and descendants had exploded, his mother had always been like that, full of annoyance and anger. And whatever Sean did was always wrong in front of her eyes.
As the elevator opened, before walking into his office, Sean loosened the tie that somehow felt suffocating.
"Make me a coffee, double shot Ameri
