five
LANCE
I knock on my grandfather’s office door. His secretary hasn’t arrived yet, but he’s always here early.
“Come in,” he says.
I open the door and he smiles immediately. It’s the same grin he’s given me ever since I told him I’d be coming to work for him after getting my master’s from Columbia.
“Grandson.” He drops his reading glasses on the desk and leans back in his chair.
I sit in one of the two chairs across from him. His office is decorated in dark mahogany and brown leather. The only modern thing in the space is his computer, but that’s my grandfather. It’s also the reason we’re seeing a decline in business, truthfully, but I’m not telling him that. I learned a long time ago that I always have to make it his decision because he’s so stubborn he’ll fight me to the death o
