My father and I stood up and walked to the room. I opened my folder and showed him the problem I have in the company, which I haven't been able to solve. It's not a lie; I genuinely don't remember how to do it. Dad takes it, and as he reads, he looks at me.

"I didn't think it was true that you had a problem, son," Dad says. "I thought you were doing it to get away from your fiancée."

"Former fiancée, Dad. I really need you to help me with this. If not, send Christie to me as soon as possible to assist me. She's the one who...