Adrian sat in the back of a cigar lounge three blocks from the university, a heavy glass of scotch in his hand. He was busy scrolling through a jeweler’s website, looking at a diamond tennis bracelet that Zoe had pointed out in a magazine. He tapped the screen to check the price, a smirk playing on his lips.
His phone suddenly rang on the marble table, the vibration shaking his glass. He saw his father’s caller ID. Adrian took a slow sip of his drink, intending to let it ring, but the phone immediately began to buzz again the second the first call ended.
He answered with a sigh. "Father, I’m in the middle of…"
"Get to the office. Now." Arthur shouted.
"Is there a problem with the logistics report? I can…"
"If you aren't in my office in ten minutes, don't bother coming back at all,"
