"Evan!" Anthony Collins stood up from his president's chair and walked to join Evan on the sofa. "What do you want to drink?"
Evan placed his cellphone in his suit pocket and looked at the old man. Whenever he looked at his father, he felt annoyed because this man resembled him too much. Well, maybe the other way around. His ocean blue eyes were very similar to his father's. Even their sturdy jaws were the same. What distinguishes them now is hair. His father's hair was starting to look gray, and his father also wore glasses with gold frames.
Not many memories were left between them when Evan was a child. His father was too busy taking care of the Collins Group rather than spending time with his family. Every time he met his father, he felt proud and burdened because he was prepared to be his successor. The burden of being the successor of Anthony Collins was too much for him. He didn't know if he could do that.
