Family Pressure

As Adrian and his P. A headed back toward Adrian's office after the meeting, his phone began to ring in his suit pocket. He fished it out. One glance at it and he saw who the caller was. A smile tugged at his lips as he made to answer the call, dismissing his P.A. with a wave of the hand.

"Hello Mom," Adrian greeted warmly as he entered his office, gently closing the door behind him.

"My lovely son. How are you doing?" The dulcet voice of the elderly lady resonated through the phone.

"I'm fine. And how are you doing?" Adrian asked politely, settling into his seat behind the desk. He reclined in the posh swivel chair as he held the phone to his ears.

"I'm fine. We are fine over here. You never call me anymore, Adrian. Why is that?"

Adrian could imagine the woman's face contorted in a frown as she asked the question. She was always worried about him.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I've been swamped with work. We were supposed to have this partnership party with the CEO of RosArts this weekend, but u