Father and son

While Jocelyne and Hammond were discussing their business, another meeting was taking place in another room.

Jackson and his father sat on either side of a table. Both had a glass of beer by their side and kept their heads down, not having the courage to look each other in the eye.

Jackson didn't know what to say. He had imagined that meeting many times over the past few weeks, repeating in his mind every word he wanted to say to his father. Yet he now he did not remember even one. What did he mean? Was he sorry? Proud of the old man of him? Did he admire him? He didn't know. He almost would have preferred Robert to insult him or boast; it would have been much easier.

In the end, he simply chose to say what was on his mind. "I owe you an apology..."