SCARLETT POV
My father called me this morning to tell me he was going to be in Manchester for the evening and wanted to have dinner with me. Something about his tone made me nervous. He had already come by to see me a few weeks back. The only thing he would tell me was that there was something important he needed to discuss with me. It could only be about two things, Michael or the company. Since he hasn't brought up Michael in so long, I assume it had to do with the company. It’s almost dinner time and I just received a message from him that he’s downstairs waiting for me in a cab. It feels like I’m having a business meeting with my boss instead of dinner with my dad. When I got in the cab, he was on the phone. I wasn’t able to get anything out of him. He only hung up when we arrived at
