"Sir, your father is asking to see you in his suite. He said it's urgent."
Carter glanced up from his desk, his brow furrowing at his secretary's announcement. "He's here?"
"Yes, sir. Just arrived-"
"And no one thought to inform me? Didn't I make it clear that he's not welcome in this company?" I interrupted sharply.
She apologized, bending slightly under his glare. Shocked, Carter stood abruptly. That old man would never cease meddling until he got his way. Why had he made Carter president of this damned company if he continued to undermine his every move?
Hurrying upstairs to the VIP floor, Carter made his way to the private suite. His father used to frequent this place at will, but since Carter took over, he had forbidden his father from entering. Yet here he was again. What did he
