The doors suddenly flew open.

Chairman Skye was one to never show fear. He simply looked up with a dead expression. Mason marched in like a wounded warrior.

The old man leaned away from the file he was reading, he relaxed into his leather chair and stared intently at his son.

Mason walked further till he came to a halt ten six feet away from the large mahogany desk.

He dropped to his both knees.

Eva gasped from outside. She had followed him up to know what this was all about.

The old man still watched on.

"Father", Mason's voice rang out. "Please".

He looked up to meet his father's...