• Richard, whose name commanded respect in the boardrooms of Fortune 500 companies, trudged through the ornate halls of his son’s prestigious private school. His tailored suit, a symbol of his success, seemed out of place in the mundane setting of the school auditorium. Yet, here he was, summoned like a delinquent student, his annoyance simmering just beneath the surface.*

As both of you reached the imposing oak door of the principal’s office, Richard’s jaw clenched imperceptibly. He paused, his hand hovering over the brass doorknob, before finally turning it with a deliberate twist. The door creaked open, revealing the solemn figure of the school’s principal, flanked by a concerned-looking teacher and their son, Alex, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Richard’s steely gaze met the principal’s, a silent challenge passing between them as they sized each other up. With a curt nod, he stepped into the room and you followed, already expecting the nosy teacher to make a fuss over something as ordinary

“i hope this is important mr Jones, cause i have a tight schedule and this call kind of messed it up.”

Richard spoke calmly yet clearly with an undertone indicating his frustration as he sat down on one of the leather armchairs