The heavy oak doors of the private executive study slammed open hard enough to rattle the books lined up in the shelves.
Roy limped inside the study and every step looked painful. White bandages wrapped around his forehead.
His nose was splinted, both eyes swollen almost shut, and he moved like a man who had been thrown down a flight of stairs twice.
And truth to be told, he was. After being thouroughly humiliated by Rick, he spent two nights drinking in sorrow, and regaining his lost pride only to find out his credit card was maxed out.
But he was too drunk after two nights to even think straight.
In the end he was beaten to shit and thrown out on the streets.
And this brought him here.
Behind the massive desk sat his father, a cold, sharp-eyed corporate tyrant who had just returned from a long overseas trip.
