Rhys
The walk to the parking garage felt like I was going to a warfront. I had changed out of my skates for a pair of sneakers after hearing my grandfather's summons.
I expected him to call me over after what I had done on the ice but I didn't expect that it would be this quick.
"Right this way sir," The man in a suit pointed towards a white limousine waiting at the vip parking lot. The windows were tinted so dark they looked like voids cut into the air.
"Sir Rami is waiting," the man said, his voice as flat. He reached out and pulled the heavy door open. "Please," he pointed inside.
I took a breath, bracing for the impact. I expected everyone to be there and ask questions about my crash on the ice. I expected my father to be sitting there with that look of pinched disappointment, flanked by Raymond's detached arrogance.
I expected a lecture on my stand as a captain. I expected a family meeting that felt like a hostile takeover.
