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I left. I walked away without one more word, and Foster let me.
There was nothing more to be said.
He understood.
After exiting the hotel, I grabbed a cab and had it drop me off at a park about a mile from my apartment. It wasn’t a place I frequented often, but I wasn’t ready to go home. My phone rang numerous times. I ignored it and finally turned it off.
Decisions come with the risk of consequences, and there’s no doubt that there are many waiting for me after today.
Brunch was a disaster on many levels.
My parents will hate me.
Foster will, too.
It’s been a few hours since I left the hotel. On foot, I meander along the sidewalks, back toward campus, and I lazily tread down the hill to my apartment. Parked at the curb, near my building’s entrance, is a luxury town car with no occupants, other than the driver. I gather myself and enter the brick structure, knowing that my mother and father are waiting for me upstairs.
I’m emotionally spent and give zero fucks.
Opening the door, I find my parents sitting casually on the couch, and Chandra is in the kitchen, flipping through a magazine.
“Hello,” I say, shutting the door.
My parents rise from their seats.
“E,” my father says in absence of my mother’s greeting.
“I’m going to head out for a bit,” Chandra announces, emptying herself from the kitchen. “I’ll be back in an hour or so.” She slips on her jacket and then embraces me for a brief wordless moment before exiting.
I shrug out of my coat and fold it over my arms, waiting for the expectant onslaught of disciplinary words from my mother and father. There’s no doubt in my mind that they’re here to scold me for my behavior and for blowing any potential business dealings with Blake Laboratories.
“Apparently, you’re still in town,” I state the obvious.
“Yes,” my father replies. “Your mother and I would like to have a word with you.”
“Is this the part where I’m supposed to apologize for my behavior today?” I snip. “Because if it is, let’s just get it over with. I’m sorry, and I’ll apologize to the Blakes as well.”
My parents share a look.
“Why don’t you sit down?” my father suggests, gesturing to the red chair.
“Fine,” I submit, taking a seat where indicated as they lower back into the sofa. “I’m listening.”
Taking my mother’s hand in his, my father begins, “We’ve spoken to the Blakes about your outburst, and they are willing to overlook it. We’ve already apologized for you, but I’m sure they would appreciate hearing it from you as well.”
“Of course. Anything else?”
“Yes, actually, there is.” He sits up straighter. “Their son had a few choice words for your mother and me about you. I won’t go into details because he wasn’t exactly tactful in his delivery, but we were very surprised, to say the least.”
“By what? That someone could speak so rudely to you?”
“Hardly.” My father guffaws. “I’ve been called worse over the years. However, the vitality that man possessed in regard to anything related to you was noted.”
“So, it got heated? Awesome. I’m sure that’s my fault, too.”
“No, he was very adamant that his opinions were his own and that he cares for you very much.”
“Very much,” my mother echoes in a familiar tone of insistence.
