The Family's Name

It was a stately mansion, with manicured gardens and tall wrought-iron gates that opened to reveal a long, winding driveway. Alex parked his car, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten with every step he took towards the front door.

He rang the bell and waited. Moments later, the door swung open to reveal a stern-faced butler. "Master Alex," he intoned, "Your grandfather is waiting for you in his study."

Alex nodded curtly and followed the butler inside, his heart beating a steady rhythm of dread.

Alex entered the study, his eyes immediately drawn to the imposing figure of his grandfather seated behind a large, ornate desk. His white hair was impeccably styled, his sharp suit perfectly pressed, but his face was a mask of disapproval.

"Sit down, Alex," he said, his voice cold and clipped. "We need to talk."