He did not protest.
That surprised me.
Instead, he walked over to the table, picked up the phone and placed it in front of me.
The screen displayed a picture of an elderly woman.
She was sitting on her hospital bed and managing a faint smile.
Mr. Harrison was standing next to her.
I barely recognized him.
He wasn’t wearing a suit.
He knelt beside her, resting his head on her shoulder.
« She raised me alone, » he said softly. « My father left when I was nine. She worked two jobs. Everything I have, I owe to her. »
I swallowed.
« You could have simply asked me. »
« I was afraid you would say no. »
« I might have said no. »
« I know. »
« And the threat was supposed to improve things? »
« No. »
He now seemed embarrassed.
