LAKE:
"You took your precious time."
His voice reeked of distaste, resonating from the walls of his sea-blue polished office. It had been a while since I graced his office with my presence. I had not come close to the hallway of his Chambers in a long while.
The office was just as I remembered it. Polished blue walls and ridiculously dim lighting. He had his walls covered with ancient pictures and scrolls. To the left was a shelf filled with award plaques and certifications from all over the world, all directed to him.
His table was littered with files, and the screen of his laptop shone brightly on his face. My father was by all means a workaholic, just like me.
"My apologies, father."
My reply was curt, just as he liked it. My father had taught me as a boy, how important it was for
