At that moment, Oliver stood still by the entrance, one brow slightly raised, as his eyes moved between the two men seated before him. The air in the room felt heavier than usual, as if something had been simmering for a while and was now on the verge of boiling over. He tilted his head slightly, confusion laced in his tone.
"Okay… this is unexpected. Why are you both sitting here like this? Did something happen? Or are we suddenly pretending I care about boardroom politics now?"
He let out a half-hearted chuckle, trying to lighten the tension, but no one laughed.
Williams glanced at him with a smirk and leaned back comfortably, arms folded over his chest. "You always think everything revolves around business, don't you? What's wrong with a father and son waiting for their youngest to come home for once, hmm? We just want to talk. As a family. You act like that's illegal."
