Preston had to hold his mother’s hand to stop her from ruffling his neatly combed hair, “Mom!”
“What is it, my dear?” his mother grinned at him, her beautiful smile spreading the light wrinkles on her forehead, “are you late for work again? It’s a Saturday,” her smile dropped, “you never have time for family anymore, Preston, just like your father.”
"I work every day, mother, I have to."
She shook her head, "No, you don't. You are the boss."
Preston sighed and thanked the maid that delivered his tray of food on the dining table. He knew this would upset his mother, just like it had done for the past years, but it was a habit Preston wasn’t willing to drop.
“Do you want to lose the respect of people, Preston?” his mother asked with a frown, her glaring eyes trailing the maid out of the
