A Night with Mr. Stranger
“Sir, this is Damon Graham. The owner of Graham Group in Glasgow.”
Chris stood up slowly from his seat. Then suddenly, his eyes widened. “You are David's son?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
To my surprise, the man immediately walked around his desk and pulled me into a hug. “Oh my God,” he breathed emotionally. “I knew you looked familiar.”
He pulled back slightly and looked at me again.
“You are the exact replica of your father.”
Hearing that made something tighten in my chest.
“Please sit,” he said warmly.
The manager quietly excused himself and left the office.