Chapter 45 Fathers Plan

• Rook POV
• I lean back in my chair, fingers tapping against the armrest, only half-listening to the plans being laid out in front of me. I don’t give a shit about this part of the business. Not really. But I listen anyway because I know how this game is played, and pretending not to care is just as dangerous as being too invested.
• Oliver steps into the room, his presence barely registering until he leans down and murmurs something into my father’s ear. Whatever he says is enough to make my father rise from his seat without hesitation. Without a word to me, he turns and walks off, disappearing down the hall, leaving me alone with him.