Chapter 22

“You’re not going to ask me for a raise already, are you?” The old man grinned. He picked up a mug of coffee he’d had on the desk and took a large sip.

“What? Oh, no, sir.”

“Now, now, don’t dismiss it so easily. We can talk about it.”

Scotty swallowed, realizing this was going to be harder than he’d actually thought. And he’d thought it would be hard.

“What kind of money are we talking about?” His father was in business mode. Negotiating with a cool smile.

“Dad, I don’t want a raise,” Scotty said. “Actually, I’ve come to give you my resignation.”

His father’s smile faded with lightning speed. His blue eyes turned glacial. “Your…resignation?”

Scotty nodded. “I know this is a surprise.”

His father laughed a short, barking sound. He wrinkled his nose. “No. It’s not a surprise at all. I should have expected this.”

He frowned. “Expected it?”