Chapter 7

His POV

At the mere age of eight, I crept down the hallway, avoiding the creaks in the flooring. Growing up in the packhouse, I knew every nook and corner like the back of my hand. The door creaked open, so I leaned against the nearest wall beside the room, eavesdropping on the conversation for a few minutes at first.

There was only the sound of my father and an unfamiliar man's voice conversing in a hushed voice, which didn't really surprise me. After all, it's supposed to be a business meeting. My father asked me to stay in my room until they were done with the meeting.

I tried my best to be discreet, peeking around the corner, my eyes searching out for my father's familiar face. That other man was sitting at the table with his back towards the doorway, only his shoulders and the back of his head visible to my eyes. I took in the brown of his short-cropped haircut and the width of his shoulders that made him seem more significant tha