Book 3 - Chapter Eighty Four

Callan’s POV

I pull up to the familiar gate, determination rolling through me as I roll down the window and press the button for the intercom.

‘Yes?’ the familiar, no nonsense voice of my father’s security barks down the staticky line as his face appears in the small video screen.

‘Hi Imani’ I sigh out, will the guy ever just see my face and press the damn button without needing me to introduce myself? ‘it’s Callan, I’m here to see my Father.’

Imani frowns, glancing down at the sheet that is no doubt in front of him, ‘I do not see you on the list Master Callan’ he mutters reluctantly.

I bite back the retort that I shouldn’t need a damn appointment to see my own goddam parents, instead I force a smile.

‘Surprise visit’ I reply, ‘Father has been trying to get hold of me all week but I’ve been busy……