Chapter 60 Practice For Perfection

• The air hung heavy with the remnants of the day's discussions as Mr. Maverick stepped out of the towering corporate building, his mind still swirling with the decisions made in the broad meeting. The weight of responsibility settled firmly on his shoulders, each step echoing the gravity of the choices he'd made. The sky above was a canvas of twilight hues, casting long shadows over the bustling city streets. For a minute he had forgotten about what happened earlier on his way to the meeting.
• As he approached his waiting car, a sleek black sedan gleaming under the fading sunlight, Mr. Maverick could feel the tension in his muscles beginning to ease. Home beckoned, promising a brief respite from the relentless demands of his position. His driver, a stoic figure with years of loyal service etched into every line of his face, stood by the open door, ready to whisk him away to the sanctuary of his mansion.
• But just as Mr. Maverick was about to step into the comfort of his vehicle, a voice cut through the quiet hum of the evening. "Father."