The elevation of the zillionaire Son-In-law

The reunion

Weeks had passed since Tony had stormed out of his uncle's office. He'd gone back later, reluctantly, to sign the document. And he'd even apologized for the way he'd behaved, though he'd found it hard to mean the words since he was happy he had treated Henry the way he did.

Now, he lay in bed late at night, restless and unable to sleep. As he tossed and turned, his phone beeped, startling him. He glanced at the screen, and saw who was calling: Uncle Robert.

"Hello, Uncle Robert," Tony said, his voice heavy with sleep.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Tony," Uncle Robert replied in a calm tone.

"Not a problem," Tony answered, though he knew there must be a reason for his uncle to be calling so late. "Is there something I can help you with?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Tony could hear his uncle take a deep breath.

"Everything is all right, Tony," Uncle Robert assured him, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice. "I'm calling because your mother wants to see