My father came to my office at seven in the evening.
He didn't knock on that door either, which was a habit I had tolerated for twenty-two years and was finding, tonight specifically, considerably less tolerable than usual. He came in and sat in the chair across from my desk with the ease of a man who considered this room an extension of his own authority, which was a thing he had believed since he built it and a thing I had been quietly, methodically dismantling for two years.
I put down the report I had been reading and looked at him and waited.
He looked at me across the desk, and I looked right back at him.
"You processed her paperwork," he said.
"She needed her father's estate settled. It was sitting in the queue."
"You did it personally."
"It required Alpha sign-off. I'm the A
