DAMIEN'S POV
Damien was in the middle of reviewing quarterly reports when his phone rang with a ringtone he hadn't heard in six months.
Grandfather.
He answered immediately, standing from his desk. "Grandfather. This is unexpected."
"Damien, my boy!" Richard Blackwood's voice boomed through the speaker, still strong despite his seventy-eight years. "Is that any way to greet your old man? No 'how was your trip?' No 'did you finally get eaten by a tiger in India?'"
Despite everything, Damien smiled. His grandfather was one of the few people in the world who could make him genuinely smile. "How was your trip? And I assume you weren't eaten since you're calling me."
"Spectacular! Six months traveling the world, seeing things I should have seen forty years ago. Tibet, India, Morocco, New Zealand....I'm telling you, boy, retirement is wasted on the old. You should take a sabbatical while you're still young enough to enjoy it."
"Some of us have companies to run."
