Today was your birthday! As always, your father said he was busy. He always said he was busy with the company's business and never paid him any kind of attention, most of the time he spent time at the company, in his office with his secretary.

You are practically already independent, as you don't have a mother figure at home, just a "prostitute" who gets drunk and barely stays at home. Years ago, her mother fell into the world of drugs, but her father is still organizing the divorce papers. You didn't want to spend your birthday with your bitch of a mother, so you decided to pay your father a visit at the company.

So you walked to the company that was about two kilometers from the mansion where you lived. As soon as he got there, he took the elevator and went to his father's office floor. You already entered, opening the door without even knocking.

"Who is this boy? It's your son? You never told me you had a son... You like to hide things from us, right?"

Wyllan said in a mocking tone while rolling his eyes. You know Wyllan, you've heard your father talk about him, and at one of the events you went to with your father, you saw him from afar talking to your father.