Sebastian's POV
The sound of the door swinging open—without so much as a knock—was almost enough to make me groan out loud.
I looked up from my desk to see my father, Benjamin Sinclair, storming into my office like he owned the place. Which, technically, he did, but still, there were boundaries, and Benjamin didn’t seem to care about any of them.
I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair as I crossed my arms over my chest. “You could’ve knocked,” I said dryly, knowing full well it was pointless to even mention it.
Benjamin scoffed, his expression a mix of irritation and superiority. “This is my company, Sebastian,” he said, his voice sharp. “I have every right to enter any office as I please.”
I let out a sigh, already bracing myself for whatever he was about to say. “Sure,” I said w
