69 TIME TO GET SERIOUS
A tall man strode purposefully through the dimly lit corridor of his mansion, a small corgi puppy nestled on the muscular forearm of his left
arm.
His footsteps were urgent and heavy, his right hand clutching a large black folder, with several papers spilling out from inside.
He pushed open the door at the end of the hall with a resounding bang, startling Liam, who jumped in his seat.
“Grandpa, what the hell?! Are you trying to send your only grandson to join his late brother so soon? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Oscar let out a hearty laugh and marched towards the leather couch by the window of his grandson’s study. He carefully placed Captain Pantaloons on a soft pillow, one of many strategically placed throughout the mansion for this very purpose.
