BlakeI knock on my father’s office door. “Come in,” he calls out from behind it. I open the door and walk in. He is sitting at his rosewood desk with a laptop open on it. He has two large screens and glances up at me. His eyes appear troubled.“Thanks for coming, I know you have a hectic schedule, Blake,” he says with a certain weariness in his voice that I am not used to hearing. Usually, he is bold and confident.“Troubles, Dad?” He motions for me to take a seat in one of the two tan, leather chairs he has in front of the desk. The afternoon sun glints through his large windows almost casting a glow on him. He looks almost ethereal. Weird, I never would have used those words to refer to my father like that.I take a seat and cross one leg over the other at a right angle, resting my ankle on my left knee. “You can say that. We have some serious issues with the rogues. So far, nothing too major that we can’t handle. A couple of bars have been busted up and there have been fights brea
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