help that his mother had gone on and on about the Everetts, Tessa in particular. She couldn't say enough good things about her.
After they finished their breakfast, Irene said she needed to go in the house and get ready for work.
"The old man in?" he asked the receptionist, who couldn't stop staring at him.
"Oh...yeah. Go on in."
Isaiah gave her a short nod and a smile of thanks before walking towards his father's office door. He opened it slowly and found his father hunched over his desk, squinting at his computer.
"Mom's gonna kill you if she finds out you don't have on your reading glasses."
Isaac's head shot up and his eyes grew wide with shock. Then his face broke out into a beaming smile as he stood from his seat and came around his desk.
"I didn't expect you for a few more weeks," Isaac said, pulling his son into a bear hug. "When did you get in?"
Isaiah smiled as he pulled away. "Last night, I stayed at my place on Lake Tahoe."
"And you didn't call us? Your mother would have cooked the good stuff!"
Thanks to high blood pressure, Isaac's diet had become restricted over the last few years. But he'd gotten it back down and was probably in the best shape of his life. Thanks to rigorous exercising and Irene's no-nonsense diet, Isaac Noble's body rivaled those of men twice his junior in age. The women in town all chattered about how those 'young Noble men' clearly came from good stock.
Isaiah, Ian, Isabella and Ivy were fraternal quadruplets and the boys of the group seemed to take a bit more of their father's height. When puberty hit Isaiah and Ian, both of them had shot up. But their facial features were so similar that people would assume they were identical.
Isaiah chuckled at Isaac's disappointment over the missed opportunity for 'the good stuff' food.
"You know Mom still would have made you eat right, whether I showed up last night or not," he said closing the office door and turning to his father.
"What are you doing here?" Isaac asked. "Not that I'm not glad to see you."
"You summoned me," Isaiah said, trying to be respectful by keeping the sarcasm out of his voice. "So I'm here."
Isaac waved his hand. "I've summoned you before, and you've blown me off, saying you were coming home, then calling to say you had something 'more important' to do."
Isaiah couldn't deny that he had, in the past, told his father that he would come home to visit Noble Naturals and see how business was going but then cancel.
But he wanted to clear one thing up...
"I've never said anything was more important than Noble Naturals."
"Yet you've flaked out on me multiple times."
He was man enough to admit that he, along with his siblings, had in fact, flaked out on their parents a few times, as Isaac said.
"You're right, sir," Isaiah admitted. "And for that, I apologize. But they were all work related and they were all important."
"More important than your legacy?"
"I didn't say that."
"You said it without saying it."
Isaiah blew out a breath. "Look, Pop. I'm here now. I'm not here to argue, I'm here to help make sure Noble Naturals doesn't flounder in the wake of Chic and Sleek trying to bogart their way into our lane. So, can we get down to business?"
"About that..."
Isaiah looked up at his father and was shocked to see a look on his face that he'd never seen before...contrition.
"What's going on?" Isaiah asked, suddenly alarmed. "Has something bad happened already?"
The stocks still looked good the last time Isaiah had checked. According to his mother, things weren't bad...yet.
"No," Isaac said, quickly. "We're holding steady. It's just...we haven't exactly started meeting about the concepts for the commercials we want you to shoot yet."
Isaiah could already feel the steam building in his ears. He balled his fists, digging his nails in his palms to keep his composure in front of his father.
"I cancelled my vacation trip to Europe. My chance to see both my sisters for the first time in over six months...I put