Miles Sinclair arrived at the front porch and found Shane sitting in his recliner. A laptop was placed on his lap, and he was staring into space with a small smile instead of typing on it.
Miles didn't pass any remark and took the other chair opposite his son. Shane must have felt his gaze because he straightened and got busy on his laptop again, showing Miles that he was engrossed in his work.
"How's the office?" Miles inquired nonchalantly and Shane shrugged, still typing on his laptop.
"Office is good, Dad! Why? Do you think Sinclair Industries isn't in good hands?" he finally closed the laptop and gave a slight twist to his neck, "Urgh. I need to do some neck exercises."
He started stretching while leaning back. Miles kept looking at him with that sharp scrutinizing gaze and then sighed deeply, "Where is your wife, son?" he asked and could feel Shane's body go stiff at the mention of his Nina.