Howell's and Frost's family drama
At Frost Corporation
The curtains had been pulled open, letting the late afternoon sun illuminate Zach's office. He was seated on his leather chair, a tablet in his hand and brows furrowed. His shirt sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows and he sat sideways, enjoying the feel of the warm sun. He adjusted his glasses as he read through the file.
He heard the doors pulled open and a familiar click of heels greeted his ears. Only one person could waltz into his office unannounced like that. Amusement shone in his eyes though he kept reading.
"Mother", he acknowledged.
"Hey. Are you busy?" Victoria asked as she walked towards his desk.
"I should be asking you", he said.
She scoffed. "I don't need this from you. I thought you knew better."
"It's because I know better that I'm telling you I don't approve of what you're doing", he said as he looked up at her.