After dinner, Tristan headed to his father’s office with the files from today in his hand. Reaching outside, he knocked on the door, twice and waited. After a polite call of coming in, he opened the door and closed it behind him. Tristan was still in his suit, while his father had changed to tracks, which he wore to sleep.
Other than his father, Matt also happened to be present in the room, in his slacks. Matt and his father both had light smiles on their faces.
“Am I disturbing something?” Tristan asked, looking between Matt and his father.
“No, we were just talking about the wedding, and how everything’s coming up,” Matt said, smiling.
Tristan sat down at the chairs in front of his father’s table, placing the files to the side.
“I have read through them and highlighted the issues ne
