On the twenty-fifth floor of the Wills Corporation building, the floor-to-ceiling windows let in the mid-morning sunlight in the Kingsley Wills office.

His workspace is sleek with contemporary design, its simple lines and sparse clutter, reflecting its measured efficiency.

Even though there is a slight buzz of the busy city below, Kingsley's attention is solely on the conversation he is having on the phone.

Kingsley leans back in his leather chair and says, "Father." His tight suit suits him like a glove, and his dark hair is brushed beautifully.

He is the epitome of professionalism, even in informal settings.

Even though they are on different continents, Chief Wills' voice on...