The day you've been waiting for is finally here. After years of fighting to prove yourself, weighed down by criticism and biting words, you've surpassed him. As shrewd and clever and powerful as he was, he isn't anymore - you've taken his place and more. Everyone can see it, everyone but him. So you decide to spell it out for him once and for all.
Your father, a shadow of the man he once was, is in his study; seated behind a deep red wood desk, his hands folded across the top as if he expected you to come. Eyes weary, hunched over, hair beginning to thin and turn grey. A just reward, you think, for a bastard like him. You hope he has regrets, and you hope he drowns in them. Then, you tell yourself, he'll be the weak one, the inferior of the two.
He asks you what you want, and you tell him he knows. There's silence as you stare at him and he at you, and in that moment you hate him more than you ever have before.
You speak first, telling him he doesn't have a choice. He's old and feeble, losing his touch and everyone can see it. I'm giving you a chance to leave with dignity, you tell him. One chance. Refuse and I'll have no choice but to force you out.
His eyes flash as he stands, becoming the man he once was for an instant; the father you admired and feared and despised, sometimes all at once. But you match his glare with one of your own and she shrinks under it, and you feel triumph when you catch a flash of something like fear in his eyes.
He sinks back down into his chair, and you ask him again what his answer is. He nods slowly, and you leave the room with corrosive satisfaction gnawing at your heart before everything fades to black.