32: panick

Robert paced around his office, adrenaline pumping through him as though he were thinking about how he was going to make his father proud now that he had been chosen to represent him at the conference. He would represent his father well, and that would make him know that every position that he handed over to him instead of Harry had been a great choice. He wondered how Harry thought that since he had been accepted into the house, he had the license to sow where he had not reaped. Over his dead body, he does not allow some atrocity to take place. He was the son of his mother, and he'd not allow such to happen. He was a child brought under the roof when his mother died because his father knew it was a disrespectful thing to do, so why should he accept him?

He walked back to his seat and sat back, crossing and uncrossing his legs at the ankles and shaking them. He was anticipating the conference; he knew he was going to be seated among great people, and that could boost his co