Chapter 47

CEO's office. Tristan and Megan sat on the long couch, while Bruce took a seat in the armchair. Megan handed out two steaming cups of coffee. "Uncle, you've been off the grid for years. Are you back for Grandpa's birthday this time?" Bruce took the coffee and gave a satisfied hum after the first sip. "Finally get to enjoy a cup of coffee brewed by my future granddaughter-in-law, huh?" Then his tone shifted. "But no, I'm not here for that old man's birthday. I came to issue a warning." "A warning?" Tristan frowned. Megan raised an eyebrow. Bruce set his cup on the table and reached into his coat—pulling out a worn leather pouch. From it, he slid out a small deck of Tarot cards. "I did a reading before I came," he said, shuffling the cards with surprising grace for someone his age. "Death reversed, followed by the Tower. Not great signs. Then the Ten of Swords. That sealed it." Megan propped her chin on her hand, already zoning out halfway through the explanation. Bruce laid the cards ou