James and his dad had always been like oil and water, clashing constantly. Even though they both worked at the same hospital, it had been months since they’d crossed paths. James headed to his dad’s office, and the secretary gave him a look that said, “Better wait your turn.”
James laughed. “Yeah, right,” he muttered, barging into the office. His dad jerked his hand away from the computer like he’d been caught doing something shady.
“James, my handsome son!” His dad stood up, arms outstretched like he was auditioning for a Hallmark movie.
“Save the fake hugs, Dad. Did you get a face lift or something?”
“What? No! Do I look younger?”
“You look like you’re thirty. What the hell?”
“New studies, genetics. I invested in it, your money too. Massive returns. You could quit your job tomorrow
