A few days later, James Kade sat behind his desk, squared off against Mason, Logan, and myself. Logan and I sat in the chairs, and Mason stood to the side. At the moment, however, James Kade only had eyes for his eldest son.
He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tented. “Let’s hear it. What’s the reason you brought an audience to this meeting, Mason?”
Mason dropped a file on the desk.
“And what’s this?” James leaned forward, bringing it in front of him.
“That’s a file on one of your employees.”
“Jared Caldron?” James skimmed through the papers. “He’s a laborer for my landscaping company.” His eyes lifted back to Mason. “Why am I reading about him?”
“Because he was best friends with Budd Broudou in high school, and what you don’t know is that we had a hand in getting Broudou sent t
