Gray POV

I was in my office when my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen, saw the name, and deliberately turned my eyes away.

“Mr. Blackwood, your father is calling,” Andrew said carefully.

I chuckled under my breath. “I don’t want to pick it up.”

Andrew scoffed. “You know you can’t ignore his calls. Your dad won’t sit quietly—he’ll do something even more foolish if you refuse to answer.”

“Let him try,” I said flatly, leaning back in my ...