Convenience Fee (Chapter One)
"Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!"
Five-year-old Christopher burst into his father's study, waving a piece of paper wildly about the place. Tim, the man known as "Daddy", barely looked up from his typewriter, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. His bifocals caught the glare of the single lamp on his desk, masking his eyes. The rest of the room was hidden by ominous shadows.
"That's very nice, Chris" he muttered, still hammering away at the document. Christopher sighed and balled his fist up, put it on his hip, thrusting the paper towards his father.
"C'mon Dad, I made it for you."
As young as he was, the boy was very perceptive. He could tell when his father was paying no attention to him. Which was often. However, that never did stop him from vying for his affection. Tim took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"I'm very busy right now, buddy. Can you bothe-..." Tim caught himself. "Could you show me some other time?" Before Chris could reply, the