Alan hesitated before standing and offering Lucas the chair. Once Lucas was seated he opened the final folder. Lucas glanced at Tailor a moment before focusing on the messages but he barely read one before he was on his feet.
“What the hell!”
“What?” Robert peered over his shoulder, startled by his outburst, “Why are you still here? Why haven’t you strangled yourself with a cord yet? Holy shit.”
Unable to stay seated Lucas paced the office shaking at the threats and suggestions his mother had been unleashing for years behind his back. Alan reclaimed the chair and scrolled through a few more but they were all the same.
“No offence, but your mother is sick,” Robert said.
“How could she do that? Say those things?” Lucas paced. “If grandma found out she’d be cut off and thrown out. Same w
