Michael
I sat in the conference room at Bolton Enterprise, trying my best not to chew on my nails during the session that would define the rest of my life. Before I sat three men – my father and the men i’d known since birth. The three of them looked at me as if I were a stranger, and I wanted nothing more than to return to a time when I had no clue as to the reasons for their grim expressions. At the head of the table sat my father, looking at his son with an expression as coldly carved as granite. Next to him sat Robert Chen and Harold Williams, two of the most senior board members.
“Let me make sure I understand this correctly,” Robert said to me, adjusting his glasses. “When you were a student at Crestwood College, you had a relationship with a professor?”
“That’s not exactly how
