Chapter 28 : “Coldly and Calculatedly”
*Aaron’s POV*
The glossy pages of the magazine turned softly under my fingertips as I flipped through the latest scandalous expose. A smirk played on my lips, the rich aroma of coffee wrapping around me deliciously. There it was, emblazoned in bold print—the names that would shake the university to its core. Each one linked to Professor Grant’s disgrace, a sweet symphony of downfall.
"Another?" The waitress's voice cut through the din of the restaurant, her presence barely registering as I gave a curt nod without lifting my gaze. She poured steaming bitterness into my cup, the black liquid mirroring the dark satisfaction blooming in my chest.
The door’s chime signaled his arrival. Heads turned; whispers fluttered like disturbed pigeons. My father's silhouette sliced through place, his aura commanding attention and respect. But not from me. Not now.
"Son," he boomed, voice resonant with power. Calloused hands, gripped the back of the chair across me. He sank into it.