At the Harris Mansion.
Old Harris gazed at his son, Paul Harris, who sat across from him with a worried expression. The air in the room was thick with silence, each of the Harris waiting for the other to speak.
Though Old Harris could sense the reason for Paul's sudden visit home, he held his tongue, allowing his son to find the courage to speak his truth.
Finally breaking the heavy silence, Paul was the first to speak up. And his tone was one of urgency. "F-Father, the company is in deep trouble. We need your help desperately..." His eyes stared deep at his father.
Old Harris pushed his glasses up, focusing his attention on his son. He sighed deeply, his mind still heavy with the weight of the conversation he had with Old Riley a few days ago about his son's misdeeds at B Island.
"What matter are we talking about?" Old Harris asked, feigning ignorance about what Paul wanted to discuss as he tried to put his anger aside.
