Unshakable Vows

The soft hum of the car's engine filled the space, a steady, rhythmic sound that barely registered in Evander's mind. He tapped his fingers lightly against the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as the cityscape passed in a blur. He had been in meetings all morning, and now, he was on his way to lunch with his father. A rare occasion. His father wasn't a man who made unnecessary plans, and Evander had a feeling this meeting had a purpose beyond simply sharing a meal.

When he arrived at the restaurant, a high-end establishment with large glass windows and a polished exterior, he spotted his father immediately. Victor sat at a corner table, his posture straight as always, dressed in an impeccable dark suit. Even in his late fifties, the man carried an air of authority that commanded respect.

Evander stepped inside and made his way over, loosening his tie slightly. "Sorry for being late," he said as he took the seat across from his father.