MOORE ESTATE
Malcolm sat in his leather chair, sipping his drink from a crystal glass. Lisa sat across from him on a low sofa, her arms crossed, her posture tense.
“How have you been, Dad?” Lisa started, breaking the silence. She hadn't been in the family house since their last argument about him asking the staff to spy on her at the company.
Malcolm raised a brow, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smirk. “I’ve been fine, despite my daughter apparently forgetting how to check on her old man,” he said.
Lisa rolled her eyes, leaning back into the sofa. “Oh, come on, Dad. Don’t play the victim. I just needed some space to cool off—you know how things went the last time I was here.”
Malcolm chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Space to cool off? I wasn’t aware I w
