"Mr Woodland would see you now."
He raised his head and nodded. Standing up, he followed the young sectary in unhurried and unwilling steps. The file in his hand was clutched tightly and his face wasn't as blank as he wanted it to be, the frost of his inner anger, frustration and fear, all were as clear as day. He almost wished that O'Brian was there with him but the thought left as soon as it came. He didn't wanted her to see him this weak, didn't wanted himself to be so weak but his relation with his father had always been like that. Growing up, he always was simply his son in name. He didn't had any memories of his father ever simply talking to him. It was either him scolding him or just staring down at him like he was a disappointment.
At that time he didn't understand and he still
