Silas's POV
My phone vibrated against the mahogany desk, interrupting my concentration on the quarterly reports spread before me. The caller ID displayed a name that instantly made my jaw clench. My grandfather. I stared at the screen for two rings, knowing that avoiding this call would only make the inevitable conversation worse.
"Good morning, Grandfather," I answered, forcing my voice to remain level despite the knot already forming in my stomach.
His voice cut through the line like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. No pleasantries. No warmth. Just pure, controlled fury.
"Explain to me why I'm hearing rumors about contract fraud from my associates instead of my own grandson," he barked. "What kind of operation are you running over there?"
