Mark's p.o.v
I looked at myself then at the door which was in front of me.
"You look very representable," Elias whispered.
"I hope so," I answered then knocked on the door.
"Come in." a strong voice answered with emphasis.
Elias opened the door and bowed, I walked in and moved closer to the desk he sat on then bowed slightly.
"Father." I greeted.
He stood up and walked to me slowly.
"Look up son." He ordered as I did and faced him.
He still looked healthy and good. For an old man, he sure was aging gracefully.
"Tell your servant to leave us." He said seriously.
I lifted my hand in a gesture.
"Excuse me," Elias whispered then walked out and closed the door behind.
"You look good." He said with a raised brow then walked back to his seat.
"You look good too
