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“How was your weekend in Aspen? Did anything interesting happen?” he asks, and I know exactly who he’s asking about. He hates her so I have no clue why he’d be interested in her. I don’t know why at this moment I hesitate to tell him what happened. Usually I would, but today I don’t. I keep it to myself. I mean, if he sees her arms, he can draw his own conclusions but telling him she tried to kill herself because of me is not something I want to talk about right now, especially not with my dad.
He’d probably say she deserved it or something like that and it’ll only make me feel shittier than I already do with my constant personality switch. It’s also no secret that he and his new wife want to get their hands on Crowne Enterprises. I just have no clue why.
I mean, I guess I can understand why Emilia wants it. It’s because of the humiliation she suffered because basically everything went to Winter instead of her.
But I don’t know why my father wants it so bad. He already has more money than he could ever spend in his lifetime. Well, my father is a power-hungry man and if he managed to get his hands on Crowne Enterprises, then he’d become untouchable in the business world and maybe that’s what he wants.
“It went fine. She was pissed we were even there, just like you wanted,” I drawl. He was the one who made us go to Aspen when he found out that’s where she was going.
“And nothing else happened?” he asks casually.
“No. Was something supposed to happen?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“No. Just that Emilia said something about her being attacked,” he says, trying not to sound so happy about it.
“Oh that. Yeah, some weirdo found her when she was outside alone. But she’s fine. How did Emilia even know about that?” I ask in an uninterested tone. I’m acting like I don’t care about what happened to her because I don’t want him to know how I really feel. Hell, sometimes I’m unsure how to feel when it comes to Winter Crowne.
“Interesting,” he says, resting his hands under his chin with his gaze trained on me like he’s analyzing me.
“Not really. Anyway, did you need anything else? I have to go talk to Grayson about something really quick,” I tell him, hoping it’ll end this conversation faster. I don’t push for an answer to my question, because I know I won’t get any answers out of him. I’ll have to remember to investigate how Emilia knew Winter was attacked.
“No, nothing else for now. I just wanted to know if you had fun on your weekend away. I also need to remind you that your time for slacking off is almost over. You asked for extra time because of your mother’s death and I feel like I’ve given you enough time to grieve, but that time is coming to an end. I’m going to need you to start getting acquainted with the business since that fuels you and your brother’s playboy lifestyle,” he says with a raised eyebrow.
“I know, Dad. I just need a little more time. It’s not like you’re dying and that’s why I need to take my responsibilities this fast,” I say with an exaggerated eye roll.
“Obviously I’m not dying, but that doesn’t mean you get to continue being a playboy and not work for what you want,” he says.
“Fine. Can you at least give me a few more weeks to get my head in order?” I ask, hoping he’ll agree. I always knew this is what I was being raised for, but it sucks right now. There’s so much going on in my life and I don’t want to be stuck in some stuffy office all day long. I let out a groan at the thought of it.
“Go do whatever it is you and your brother do. We’ll revisit this topic sometime in the near future,” he says, dismissing me, and I waste no time hightailing it out of his office.
“Goodnight, Dad!” I say when I reach his door before stepping outside and closing it behind me.
I head back into the kitchen and grab snacks before making my way into the den. Just as I predicted, Grayson is in the den, playing video games on the theater-style big-screen television.
In fact, this den is set up theater style with big comfy chairs. We’re usually in this one when the guys come over. I go to sit on the chair next to him while handing him the snacks as I do. He smiles with giddy excitement before he schools his features.
“I still hate you,” he says while ripping open a bag of hot Cheetos and munching on it.
“Please, you know you can’t live without me,” I say in response while grabbing another one of the game controllers so we can both play. I can’t wait to see what it’s all about. It’s a new game I’ve never played before.
“I could because you’ve been a dickhead lately,” he says with a huff while still stuffing his face.
“Well, I won’t have much time to be a dickhead soon,” I tell him with a sigh. My mind is still focused on the conversation I had with Dad just now.
“Why? Not that I especially love you being a dickhead,” he says smiling, and I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes at him.
“Dad is talking about me going into the office soon,” I say with a sigh.
“Well, it sucks to be you.” He laughs.
“I hate you,” I deadpan. “I should tell him to let you start as an intern as well.” I smirk at him.
“You fucking wouldn’t.” He gapes at me, and I can’t resist the urge to chuckle.
“Relax, kid, I’m joking.”
“I’m not a kid, asshole.” He huffs with an exaggerated pout.
