Arthur
My desk is nearly clear. End-of-year reports have been signed, emails have been answered, last-minute meetings completed. I’ve spent the last week rushing through work that would normally take me a month, all in preparation for a vacation with my family.
With a satisfied sigh, I close the last folder and add it to the outgoing pile. Finally, it’s time to step away from Ordan and get a breath of fresh air. Anything else can wait until after the holidays.
But just as I’m packing up, there’s a light knock on my office door. I glance up, expecting to see Ezra or my assistant, but instead find a different familiar face peering in at me.
My father.
“Father,” I say, surprised. I haven’t seen him in months, not since right after Iris’s public debut as my mate. That day h
