Mr. Maverick was alone in the living room, watching the news about the shutdown of Alan’s family company. He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “That’s what you get for trying to ruin my family,” he muttered, setting down the fashion magazine he had been flipping through.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He glanced at the clock, surprised at the late hour. "Hold on," he called, rising from his chair to answer the door. As he turned the knob, a smile spread ...