What are you doing here?
My father pulled out a chair and
sat down without asking.
We came to celebrate,”
Richard said, signaling a waiter for coffee as if he
owned the place.
“Your mother and I were just talking on the drive over. We knew kicking you out was harsh, but look at
the results. Sometimes a parent has to use tough love to push their child to their full potential. You needed that
fire lit under you, Olivia. You were getting too comfortable in that guest house. We pushed you out of the nest so
you could fly. And look at you now.”
The delusion was almost impressive. They
were genuinely trying to take credit for a company I had been building in secret for 5 years, all because they threw me
into a blizzard 12 hours ago.
Harrison did not even bother with pleasantries. He pulled up a chair, his
eyes darting around the luxurious restaurant before landing on me with a hungry, desperate gleam. Naomi sat next
to him, meticulously smoothing her tailored designer skirt. She offered me a tight, calculated smile, her eyes
assessing the expensive china on my table.
“Congratulations, Olivia,”
Naomi
said smoothly.
“We are all just so proud of you. It is truly a blessing for the whole family to see you finally succeed.
It must be so overwhelming for you to handle this level of wealth all at once. Luckily, you have family to help you
manage it.”
Harrison reached into his imported leather briefcase and pulled out a thick
stack of stapled papers. He slid them across the crisp linen tablecloth right into my plate.
“Let us get down to
business,”
Harrison said, tapping the document with his index finger.
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