My phone buzzed just as I stepped out of a meeting with the new CEO, my CEO, really, but I didn’t need to check the screen to know who was calling. Only one person summoned me with that tone.

My father.

“Come home. Now.”

No explanation. No room for discussion. Just the clipped, irritated command of a man who expected the world to shift because he had spoken.

I could already imagine what waited for me there.

Still, I went.

I was happy since the name of the company that belonged to Chase ...