Lee walked into his home, hearing his father's loud laughs from the study.
It was now or never. He let out a deep breath.
"Dad?" he said as he knocked lightly on his study door.
"Champ, come on in!" his father said cheerfully, waving him in.
"There he is, the future heir of Osborne Corp," his father laughed loudly, lighting the Cuban cigar in his hand.
"Dad, I have to talk to you about something. It's really important."
"Do you need some more money? That can be arranged as soon as you pass your finals. I'll get you anything you want."
"Dad, that's not what I want to talk to you about."
"Then what is it?"
"Well…"
"Spit it out, boy. Did your exam not go well? Did you do something in school?"
"Dad, you know when I was little and Mom was still here, and all I ever wanted to do was follow her to her movie scenes all the time?"
"What's the matter? Why are you acting all sentimental?"