“Morning, Mr Evans,” Tiffany, my secretary greeted. “Your father asked me to remind you of the meeting in his office,”
“Is he here?” I asked, fixing my shirt.
She nodded. “He arrived a few minutes before you,”
That wasn’t going to go well for me. “Thank you,”
I dropped my things off in my office and went to meet my father. We never had a father-son relationship. It was always about keeping the Evans name high. He didn’t want me to pursue my baseball dreams and once I tore my ACL, I took it as a sign that my dreams are over.
“Morning, you were looking for me,” I almost missed Tanya’s father sitting on the couch in the corner.
“What is going on?” I didn’t hide my suspicion from them.
“Have a seat,” My father offered.
I went over to shake Tanya’s father's hand out of respect and s
