Mother dearest

Henry twirled around in his office chair, today was one of the days he had to be in his office in person. His laptop sat forgotten on his desk as his mind was occupied with something else.

His phone rang interrupting his musings, that was weird he thought to himself. He directed all his calls to his secretary and so she had to notify him of who was on the other end before the call was sent to him, except for emergencies...

He grabbed the phone immediately. “Hello, what happened to Asher?”

There was a brief pause on the other end before a lady asked “Asher?"

The colour drained from his face at the sound of the voice on the other end.

“Is that the name of my grandson?”

“What do you want?”

“You won’t even let me meet him, I could only get a few pictu...”

“What do you want mother?” he cut her off.

She sighed audibly. “What else would a mother want, more than a relationship with her son and grandson. I just want to be involved in your life”

“Isn’t it too late for that?” he asked d