THIRD PERSON POV
Ace pulled up to his father's mansion, the gates swinging open as the guard recognized his car. He drove up the driveway, the trees lining the path a blur as he navigated to the main house.
As he stepped out of the car, the guard approached him, a hint of concern on his face. "Good evening, Mr. Ace. Your father is expecting you."
Ace nodded curtly, striding towards the front door. He burst into the house, his father looking up from the living room where he was reading a book.
"Ah, Ace. I see you're back," his father said, his voice neutral.
Ace didn't bother with pleasantries. "What was that today, sire?" he demanded, his voice low and even.
Langley set his book aside, a hint of annoyance creeping into his expression. "If you are talking about my visit to the company then I don't need your consent to run my company, Ace. I made the decision, and it was necessary."
