---POV Johnson---
I kept digging through the paperwork that boy sent to me and it just kept adding up. It added up to the truth. Something wasn’t right here. But it’s still not telling me how we could have missed this for so many years. “Sir?” My assistant’s voice rang through the phone, and I turned to answer.
“Yes?”
“Your son is here.”
“Send him in.” I called back and the mic clicked off. Dan walked into the room and nodded my way before sitting on the chairs in front of my desk.
“Dad, I’m sorry but I’m exhausted. What is this all about?” He had the right to be tired. We just closed one of the biggest deals of the year last week and the paperwork trailing behind it has the both of us drowning in work.
“I need you to read this information.” I handed
