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3rd Person's POV
The room was filled with the sharp scent of burnt paper mixed with the heavy sweetness of spilled scotch, closing in around the two men as the delicate bond between father and son finally broke.
Adrien's fist throbbed from where it had connected with Keith's jaw; the pain was grounding in the emotional storm swirling inside him.
Keith was on the other side of the massive oak desk, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but the twisted smile on his face showed no sign of defeat...just a perverse pride that made Adrien's stomach turn.
"I suppose when you get older and end up taking over the company, you'll understand my actions," Keith had said, and those words echoed in Adrien's mind, igniting the rage that had been building for years.
