Thirty

John marched to his father's office, it was late already, but his father still insisted he would wait up for him at the company. John felt something weird about it, but regardless, he drove to the company.

He couldn't understand why he had to wait up for him, but he recalled earlier when they left the Central bank, he told him he had something to show him.

John pondered what could be so important that he's father was eager to tell him, instead of leaving it until the next day.

The entire building was completely quiet, excluding the securities who was left behind…

He got to his father's office, and stride inside. "Father, are you in there?" John asked, and push further into his office.

"Yes." He responded.

John walked into the office, and saw his father having dinner already, and he felt bad for keeping him waiting for that long.

"Father, why did you have to stay up this long? You're even having dinner at the office." He said, and looked at the meal.

It was his favorite, and the maid at