Alexander entered his mansion. Maids lined up, offering their greetings; he passed by them proudly without responding. He walked straight to the stairs, already eager to take off his suit jacket and shirt. He changed from his office attire into sweatpants and a T-shirt.
He walked to his study and started on his paperwork, working for one solid hour. The soft ringing of his phone caught his attention. He picked up his phone and saw it was his father on the line.
"What's wrong?" Alexander's cold voice echoed in the room, seemingly capable of freezing people to death.
"Come to the house by 8," his father's voice came through, giving no room for negotiation. Alexander hung up the phone and blocked his father's number without hesitation. He went back to his paperwork, and when he was almost through, he doubled the pace, checking through the files quickly and signing forms.
Inside the Handerson family villa, Mrs. Handerson paced back and forth anxiously at the entrance, occasionally glancing towards the distance as if waiting for someone. When a car appeared in her line of sight, a smile finally appeared on her face and she hurried over.
The black car came to a stop. Alexander came out, giving his mom a hug, and entered the house with a nod. On the sofa, his father sat like a noble man, his silver hair styled back and his wrinkles clearly visible. His mom took a seat beside him, her skin well-maintained, showing she took great care of herself.