"Sir. There is a gentleman here to see you."
Robert Collins looked up from his phone, where he had been anxiously waiting for any updates on the missing boy. His thoughts, heavy and spiraling, were interrupted by the calm voice of his secretary.
He frowned, lifting his gaze with a trace of irritation, wondering who could have arrived with enough weight or urgency to make his staff risk disturbing him. "Who is it?"
"Sir, the man claims that he is your son."
That had Sir Roberts look up and stare at his assistant," What did you say?"
The man gulped and said," Sir, the man claims that his name is Patrick Collins."
He shot up to his feet in that instant, causing his chair to scrape sharply against the floor. His voice rang with urgency. "Bring him in. Now."
