SILAS’S POV
“Yes, Mr. Bennett. It’s your son,” my dad’s secretary said into the phone.
With a nod and gesture to go on, I was ushered into my dad’s office. I flashed Janet, who has been working with my dad for as long as I’ve been alive, a quick grin. She smiled back as she set the phone down to return to the paperwork piled on her desk. I hoped my dad paid her well for everything she did for him.
Still rapping lightly on the door, I waited until my dad called out to enter before opening it. My dad was adamant about his privacy, and I didn’t want to walk in on him, even brushing his hair out of his eyes. He always prided himself on being perfectly put together. Nothing is ever out of place and needs to be adjusted. If stray hair were ever caught on Saron Bennett's head, I’d look up at t
