Cuts

BLAKE

“Yes Dad. I sent those numbers over earlier this morning.” It was only eight and a Saturday, but my father never rested.

Looking into his tired eyes through the laptop screen, I decided to point out to him that he probably should rest a little. “This isn’t urgent, why don’t you go back home, get in bed and get some sleep?”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Are you saying I need my beauty sleep? Heads up, son. I’m not tired, I’m getting old.”

Chuckling, he rifled through some papers on his desk. “You’re not old, Dad, but we all need sleep sometimes.”

“You’re not sleeping,” he said, without looking up from the paperwork. “While I’ve got you, I wanted to talk to you about Danny’s social media campaign.”

I bristled, remembering the staff’s reaction to the announcement. “What about it?”

“I know you’re not invested in the idea, but I need you to get on board.” He gazed at the screen imploringly. “This is a big move for us, Blake. Your brother thinks it will take the business to the next