Villain Ch 1957. Villain Arc
"Don't say something like that when I drink," Emma said, coughing once and smacking her chest. "What if I choked and died?"
"You won't die," Allen replied without looking up from his phone.
"Rude," she muttered, wiping her mouth with the hem of her sleeve. "This is why your PR arc's all tragic villain and not sweet cinnamon roll redemption."
"That's a good thing," Allen mumbled.
Just then, a calm click echoed from the stairs. Allen glanced up and saw polished dress shoes descending step by step. Jordan Goldborne, dressed in his usual fitted slacks and crisp white shirt, no tie, sleeves rolled halfway to his forearms like he was between negotiations and dinner, walked into the room with a warm, precise smile.
"Oh, Allen," Jordan said, voice smooth with quiet power, "you're here already."
Allen stood, awkward in his sweatpants and tank top, phone still in hand. "I'm home, Dad."
