Tristian's POV
The FCC office was already busy, and I went in with my father, observing the stares from the people in the waiting room. My father's aura filled the room, and when he met the receptionist to ask for the official's office who had come to our house last night, he was immediately directed.
He only had to knock once, and we were inside.
"Good morning Mr Ravenford. Good morning Mr Tristian."
"Good morning Mr Saunders."
I shook his hand, giving him a smile that he returned heartily. At that moment, I knew something wasn't right. I was the suspect yesterday, but from his looks, I could tell that I wasn't the suspect anymore. What had happened?
"I'm happy to announce to you that we have caught our first two suspects regarding your missing loan. We raided a motel
