“Mr Ralph?”
Roland looked up from his computer at the entrance of Mr Adkins and his father's personal assistant, Mr Ralph. He felt a knot in his stomach.
Roland knew his father would never send Mr Ralph all the way from Canberra to Sydney for nothing.
He pushed his chair back, stood up and rounded the desk.
Mr Ralph glanced around the office with his eyes lingering more on the nameplate that clearly had Roland's name and position engraved in it.
“Director Roland Ryker, ” He read outloud and flashed a smile. “I'm proud of you. You are doing so well. Chairman Bruce thinks so too.”
Roland sighed. The mention of his father had the knot feeling sinking further in his gut. “I doubt.”
Mr Ralph smiled. “Well, I'm sure you will take back your words when you have heard what I have come to
