Dark Auction

When my phone rang and I saw my father's name flash across the screen, a sense of unease settled in my stomach. He would probably irk me to go assist him at the headquarters, because I asked him a favor.

With a resigned sigh, I glanced over at Aiden, who was sitting besides me, and gave him a regretful smile before answering the call.

"Father."

My voice sounded colder than I intended, however, I didn't care. Our relationship had always been strained, and being distant and aloof was the norm for us.

"Oscar, we have to talk..."

My father's gravelly voice crackled through the speaker, and I could sense the strange urgency in his cold voice.

This left me baffled. My father was not one to display his emotions, and his urgency was unlike anything I had heard from him before.

"About what?"