I’m glad we’re finally having a grown-up conversation.

Just give me your exact address, and I’ll drive over right now and pick you up.”

“Did you phone Margaret today?” I asked.

The line went silent for five full seconds.

“Why would I phone Margaret?” he asked.

“Because she’s legal counsel for Mitchell Family Holdings,” I said.

“Dad, this is a private family matter,” he said, the smooth finish slipping off his voice.

“We don’t need corporate lawyers getting between a father and his son.