The Boss

Sebastian

I knock on the door of my father’s office and wait for him to call me in. Instead, his right-hand man, Grip, opens the door. I’ve never liked the guy. He’s far too brash and seems to think he’s a tough guy when he’s really not. I know I could beat the shit out of him with one hand tied behind my back. Still, my father likes the guy, so I’m polite to him as I say, “Hi. Father called.”

I notice that Grip is looking at me oddly, probably staring at my shirt. I am uncomfortable, but I don’t let on. He says nothing, only steps aside so that I can come into the room.

Inside, my father, Victor, is seated behind his desk. Another of his associates, a large, bulging man named Wheeler, is seated across from him. There are two other chairs. I wait fo