The CEO'S syndrome

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE: Death, the inevitable

And there he sat. Like the dutiful son that he will always be. After the little episode at the garage, under the pretense of getting some air, Joseph returned to his only reason for both his unshed and shed tears of agony.

Joseph adjusted the duvet that covered his father's body a few times. Afterwards, he'd stand and walk around a few times, he'd grit his teeth a few times, sometimes, torturing his poor nails as well. Only to look outside the window again, rake his hair frustratingly and then sit again. Joseph messed up the routine a few times, willing to do everything to while away time, he only wondered when his father would wake up again. He had to try again.

He had to try to convince his father again. He just had to do something. His hands raked his hair again before a sob broke out. A second followed.

“Son”, though hoarse, his father’s voice called out. Joseph jerked up immediately and covered the little distance between them.

“Big man! Big man!!” His voice was hoarse too. May