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Dad shot hiet him to put a lid on it

“Have a seat, Joshua” Dad always called me that—probably the only one who did He loved me and Sam, no doubt about that, but his brusqueness and serious nature so on formality, hence the full-name treatment

I did as he asked, sliding into one of the ting-backed chairs across from his massive desk—an antique that had been lish ship, if I recalled correctly

Dad’s eyesus up He was in no rush—a s on his own time, and could afford to

“The MacLand-Glass matter,” he said “Is it settled?”

Cassidy flashed into my mind, specifically the expression on her face when she’d watched me step into the break room after she’d said her piece about me

Dad narrowed his eyes “So funny, Joshua?”

Shit, I fucking smirked—Dad hated that “No Sorry”

Sa about the future of the company, and he can’t even take it seriously”

“Save it,” I said

“Act like you give a da on, and maybe no one will feel the need to correct your behavior,” Sam said