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Chapter Ten
Dorian
I skipped my next therapy session and instead got Ronald to take me to see my dad. Our butler hadn’t been happy about it. He had orders, but I guessed, since the destination was to see my father, he didn’t put up much of a fight.
My father was at his office today, Prinze Financial. Our family owned several banks, but only one held my dad’s office. He typically wasn’t in much these days, busy with the search and everything, but he did dedicate one day a week to help out at the office. He had plenty of faces on the company, so he didn’t need to be there.
That was just my dad, though, and the office was open to me when I came. Outside of Reed Corp. and Mallick Enterprises, my family’s bank took up the largest real estate on the block. Thatcher’s and Wolf’s dads were in real estate, moguls just like my dad. Wells’s dad, Jax, was too, but in his own space. Besides his burger franchises, he held businesses in other culinary sectors around the globe.
My father hadn’t expected to see me when I arrived at the top floor of the city skyscraper, but that was a given. I was supposed to be at therapy today.
In a gray suit, my dad was rushing out of his office with several people, but the party stopped upon seeing me. Dad cut around them, his hand raised, and he immediately noticed Ronald flanking me. He directed a look to him before me. “Why aren’t you at your session?”
Everyone in the office had grown silent, Ronald too. I was sure he’d hear this for not taking me where I was supposed to be, but coming here wasn’t his fault.
“I need to talk you,” I said, and right away, my dad spoke to the other suits with him. I recognized them from his board of directors. Our family name was on the bank, but the Prinzes did answer to others, shareholders. My family maintained the majority stake, and I had my own shares as well. I’d get even more over time, and I had to get through school first before I could start getting involved.
I’d caught my dad in a busy moment, clearly. His time was valuable, and though I didn’t want to waste it, this was important. He must have felt that way too because he dismissed the others, and Ronald left last. Our butler closed the door, waiting outside it.
Dad glanced through the glass walls toward the people waiting for him. “What’s going on? You okay? We were just about to head to a meeting.”
I bet he was. Again, his time was valuable. “I want to talk to you about everything with the search.”
“What about it?” Dad smoked out his glass walls, giving me his full attention. He sighed. “You’re still not getting involved, son. And you know, as soon as we know something, we’ll inform you.”
I trusted my father. I really did, but I also knew my friend was hurting. Wolf was threatening shit, and I wasn’t doing all right either. “I want to work with Grandpa.”
It took a lot for me to come here today, to actually talk to my dad instead of going behind his back, but I was taking a chance here.
I didn’t want to lie anymore.
It physically made me ill, and I literally couldn’t take my dad or mom being any more upset with me. If I was going to go to my grandfather, I wanted to do so with his blessing.
Right away, my father severed our gazes. He looked at everything but me in his office in that moment. “We’ve been over this.”
“I know but—”
“We’ve been over it. We have, and I won’t repeat myself. You know my position when it comes to this, so stop pushing it.”
He wasn’t listening to me, ignoring me. “Dad, you asked me to talk to you. You did, and this is me trying to do that right now.” Like I said, this was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. Normally, I did listen to my dad.
Which meant something that I wasn’t right now.
I could count on a hand how many times I’d actually defied my father, and I think he knew that as well. I hadn’t before everything with Charlie.
His attention shifted in my direction, at least listening.
I decided to speak quickly.
“I understand why you don’t want Grandpa involved,” I said, swallowing. “I do, and I don’t expect you to work with him.”
This really got his attention, his arms folded.
“That’s why I’m begging you to let me,” I rushed. “I want to take on that burden, so you don’t have to.”
This was hard for him, which was something I completely understood. My grandfather was a son of a bitch.
He’d hurt him.
