His suit jacket was unbuttoned and flapping in the cold wind.

He caught up with us just as we reached the edge of the parking lot.

“Samantha, wait,” Gregory said.

Arthur stopped and turned around.

He planted himself firmly between me and my father.

“You’ve been served with the injunction,” Arthur said.

“Any further communication needs to go through my office.”

“I just want to talk to my daughter,” Gregory said.