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"I'm going to be starting my job as a junior associate at Lanberger Law," she admitted. "Trying to get out there and make a name for myself. You know?" Amazed at her words, I nodded.

"That's pretty amazing," I agreed before taking a sip of the water in my glass. "So, you studied law then?" She nodded and took a sip of her water.

"What about you?" she asked as she looked me up and down. "You look like you were either in the military or work as a trainer at the local gym." Chuckling, I shook my head.

"Actually, I'm neither," I corrected. "I'm currently the CEO of Lakeshore Marketing." Her eyes widened as she stared at me in shock and disbelief.

"Oh," she said, looking rather uncertain as she spoke. "You're that Oscar Jefferson…" I frowned as I watched her changing expression carefully, trying to figure out what the problem was.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her. Immediately she shook her head and gave me a gentle smile.

"Oh no, not at all," she reassured me. "I just didn't realize that I was speaking to the CEO of one of my fathers clients."

Taking into consideration what she had just said, I thought for a moment about her family name. Walton did sound like a familiar last name, but I couldn't figure out why it seems so familiar. After a minute, I stopped and stared at her in disbelief.

"Wait, you're Charity Walton?" I asked as I stared at her. "Daughter of Franklin Walton of Walton Investments?" Immediately, her smile disappeared, and she looked pained as she nodded her head in response.

"Yes," she replied. "Unfortunately, that is me." Immediately, I lowered my gaze and stared at the tablecloth, wondering how I was going to recover from this.

Franklin Walton had recently passed, and, even though he had been one of the worst people I had ever known, it was still an interesting conversation to have with his own daughter. She clearly didn't care for him, and I couldn't blame her. However, she still looked pained by the mention of her late father. Seeing her discomfort, I immediately decided to change the subject.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked, hoping it would take her mind off the painful subject. She raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously as she looked me up and down before shaking her head.

"I should probably get going," she informed me. "I have a lot to do before I start my job on Monday." As she rose to her feet, she gave me a gentle smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Oscar Jefferson. I do hope we meet again." Offering her my hand to shake, I returned her smile.

"I hope so, too," I told her. After shaking my hand, she disappeared into the crowd, and I was left alone at the table, hoping that I got to see her again and soon.

CHAPTER FIVE

Charity

While the wedding had been fun, and I had enjoyed getting to meet several of Heather's new friends, as soon as I got home, I felt a lot more comfortable than I had since before Father died. All I could think about was Oscar Jefferson and the awkward conversation we had. I never once imagined that he was one of my father's clients, and the fact that Father had done business with him before made things all the more awkward between us.

In all honesty, I knew that I shouldn't have let it get to me. After all, Oscar Jefferson was not my father. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he may have been after more than just companionship at the wedding. If anything, he may have actually wanted to do business and may have been disappointed in the fact that I was going into law, not continuing my father's work.

As I took off my shoes at the door, I picked them up and carried them up to my bedroom, both nervous and scared of the empty house. Moving along, I realized that everything had been so quiet ever since I sent the household staff home so that they could go look for other jobs, making the house seem like something out of a horror movie than the home I knew. I hate how dark and gloomy it looked and was immediately reminded of when the house was bursting with life, all thanks to Father's business as well as the household staff coming and going. In my opinion, the sooner I got rid of the house the better off I would be.

Making my way up to my room, I stopped to look at my father's office, confused by how many of his records were still in that office. Realizing that I should take it to the family lawyer, I started to head in, but I stopped as soon as I hit the doorway, remembering Father's rule that forbade me from going into that room, even when he was around. Closing the door, I turned and continue down the empty hallway to my room and shut the door, knowing that I needed to cheer myself up before I freaked myself out.

Deciding to turn on a movie while I showered and changed clothes, I went through all the movies I owned, finally deciding on a cartoon. Once I had the movie playing on my flat screen TV, I made my way to the bathroom and started to wash off my makeup. This was one of the disadvantages of going out in public, especially after the way Father raised me. He always insisted that Mother and I look our best, making makeup an essential anytime I left the house for many years.

I wanted to be free to look and feel how I wanted without anyone judging me, but it didn't feel how I expected it to be. Realizing how lonely I was, I quickly showered and put on my favorite pajamas before heading back out into my bedroom to watch the movie. While the movie played in the background, I found myself distracted by my phone.

I hadn't made any real friends at the wedding, and the only person I really talked to was Oscar Jefferson. Just thinking about him brought back the memory of the wetness that had spread in my panties as we spoke. I couldn't believe that I had been drooling over the perfect example of a man the whole time we had been talking, and I was relieved that he didn't seem to notice. I didn't know if it was because he was used to this kind of reaction from women or if it was because he was distracted by me as well.

Realizing that I had never gotten his phone number, I groaned in annoyance and sprawled out on my bed to stare up at the ceiling. It was all my fault I hadn't "closed the deal," and I was really starting to regret it at this point. All I wanted was someone to talk to, preferably Oscar.

"Stupid idiot," I said to myself as I watched the ceiling fan spin round and round. "You could have made a friend or even tried to ask him out, and you blew it. There's no way he's going to want to date the daughter of his deceased investor. What was I thinking?" Sitting up to stare blankly at the TV, I wondered what I was thinking when I told him who my father was.

Based on Father's previous dealings with other companies, it didn't surprise me that he had done business with a lot of the businesses in the city, but I had hoped that there was at least one place that hadn't heard of me. However, my conversation with Oscar had proven me wrong, and I realized I was doomed to live in my father's shadow so long as I stayed in the city. It was at that moment I decided that I wasn't going to allow myself to be distracted by the handsome Oscar.

Instead I was going to stick to my original plan and sell the house as soon as possible. Once I had sold the house, I would have more than enough money to move away and start a life for myself. I didn't need someone like Oscar or Heather or anyone else reminding me of my past, and I would finally be free to start over again. While I wanted to complete my work at Lanberger Law Firm, I didn't see a future for myself in this city without my father haunting me once again as this house did.

When the movie was over, I turn on a TV series and let it play as I fell asleep, not caring if the TV was on all night. All I needed was a bit of distraction and something to cut the silence of the house in order to keep myself from going crazy. As I closed my eyes, I whispered sweet, reassuring thoughts to myself.

"Twenty more days," I reminded myself. "Just twenty more days, and I can sell this house. After that, I'm free." Despite my best efforts, as I started to drift off to sleep, I found myself dreaming of Oscar Jefferson and his handsome features.

CHAPTER SIX