d. He was actually driven there... Driven by surprise and anger that his fath
as a good idea when there were better Ad agencies to consider, and he couldn't believe that after making
e him to make a decision like this without making sure that they were both on the s
and handshakes, although he wasn't even really listening to what any of them said. He was so tensed that he d
ice in that manner and ready to make sure they didn't do it again. Only his wife would do something like that, and he was sure that she wouldn't unless he had done something to piss her off. He didn't
ized that it was his son, but that
you knock?" he questioned. "I beli
huge. A sea of royal-blue carpet covered the floor. There was a vast desk at one end and some fascinating etchings framed
his head mixed well with the dark ones, giving him a 'sugar daddy' kind of vibe. Not only was he a fine physical specimen beneath the faultless tailoring of the navy-blue suit he was wearing, he also had rather remarkable dark
ensen's was straight, Timothy's was curled. Something he had disliked when he was a teenager and had done a
that the company would be his when Jensen retired, and that was why he was so upset that such a decision had been made without him. He felt left out. Maybe it was a
d he knew that if he couldn't get something from his father, all he had to do was persist, and if that didn't work, he could just speak to his mother, and he would get it. He knew how m
ding on the desk in front of Jensen. Papers that Jensen didn't make any effort to look at. There was no need to
room back and forth. "I can't believe that you made
guage, Young man" he said sternly, but the frown disappeared from his face almost as
ly to look his father dead in the eye. "You know damn well why I'm upset. I
tention if you are just going to stand and stare down at
his father was serious, so he took a
to give the account to Golden gate prom