Alexander didn’t lie when he stated that he would be at his father’s Mansion at 6pm. He arrived at 6pm sharp.
“Where is Dad?” He asked one of the maids.
“In the study.” She replied.
“As usual.” He muttered, as he wended his way to the study.
When he entered, a magazine was suspended in mid-air in his father’s hand.
“Alex.” Mr. Henderson beamed, when he noticed his presence. He closed the magazine pages and placed it gently on the table in front of him.
“How have you been Dad?” Alexander asked, as he approached him.
“Good.” He said, as he leapt to his feet. “Let’s go and have dinner.”
Alexander nodded his head.
Mr. Henderson walked past him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Hope you are good?”
“Yes Dad.” Alexander said, trailing behind him.
Mrs. Henderson soon joined them at the tab
