"Mr. Roosevelt— Sir, someone is waiting for you in the waiting room." The receptionist said from the phone and I furrowed my brows, looking at the clock, kept on my table. Someone was here to meet me?
"Who?" I asked him.
"They said, you both are family." The receptionist said and before I could've said anything, he cut the call, right on my face. Rude. It was very rude.
Shaking my head, I closed my laptop and adjusted my glasses before I stood up from my chair and walked out of my cabin, towards the waiting room downstairs. Nobody had ever come here to meet me in the office.
When I opened the door, my eyes met a familiar brown ones, looking at me with a small smile and my eyes widened to see him in my office. What was he even doing in here?
"Hello, Theodore." He greeted me, takin
