Chapter 97 Hensey Acting Weird

The atmosphere in the office was tense, charged with an energy that crackled like static electricity before a storm. Lucas sat across from, Hensey, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. He had been stewing over the missed meetings for days, and now, finally, he was confronting his dad about it. "Dad, we need to talk," Lucas began, his tone serious and resolute. Hensey, seated behind his desk, raised an eyebrow, his expression guarded. "About what, Lucas?" Lucas didn't waste any time. "About your absence from the meetings last week. We've faced a loss of two million dollars because of it." Hensey's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, prompting Lucas to continue. "I understand that things might be hectic, but if you had just informed me, I could have taken care of it," Lucas pressed, his frustration evident in his voice. Hensey leaned back in his chair, a hint of defiance in his posture. "Oh, and what would you have done, Lucas? Played hero like you use