16. Under Arrest

Theodore

That bastard did it again. He will never learn, will he? The very next morning, I kicked open his office door and entered like I owned it. I did l, in fact, own it. There was no doubt about it. He stood up from his desk after acknowledging my presence. “Ah, Theodore. What a surp-”

“-It’s Mr. Maxwell for you!” My voice laced with venom, made him gulp at my words.

“Haha, come on now. There should be no formalities now that you are my son-in-law. You didn't have to come all the way here. You should have called me instead.” He said awkwardly, filling in the silence. He moved out of his desk and approached me. “Come, have a seat. We can talk about whatever you want,” he pointed at the couch in his office. “Your friend is also welcome, don't worry,” he offered Daniel, who was standing in the doorway, looking bored at the whole scene. I smirked at him. He really wasn't doing that, was he?

“Sure, let's talk.” I brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder purposely before taking lo