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“Pictures of you doing what?” he asked, his voice lowering.
“That’s not important—”
“It is important. Pictures of you doing what?”
“Of me kissing him. So it looks like we’re working together,” I said.
“But you did kiss him?”
The accusation in his voice was thick, but I was determined to push past it.
“Yes, but—”
He shook his head, his cheeks creased with the depth of his frown, his disappointment in me palpable.
“What?” I asked, my voice squeaking.
He shook his head. “Amy, don’t you have any pride?”
“What are you talking about, Daddy?”
He continued on like he didn’t hear me.
“So the man rejected you. That doesn’t mean you have to try to destroy his reputation. And implicate James Industries at the same time,” he said, his voice lowering.
“What are you talking about?”
“You should pick better, find somebody who might actually be interested in you instead of trying to destroy a good man’s name,” he said.
“Wait, you think…?”
“That you’re accusing Josh of some very serious crimes because of your own hurt feelings? Yes, that’s exactly what I think,” he said.
“But, Daddy, you know—”
“Know what?”
“You know that I wouldn’t—”
“Do I? You’re still trying to get back at Keenan, and it’s been years since he made the mistake of entertaining you. I don’t know what happened with you and Josh, but it wasn’t worth all this,” he said.
“But, Daddy, you—”
“But nothing. If you can’t handle working at James Industries, you might need to find new employment. I won’t have your grandfather’s legacy destroyed by your vicious lies,” he said.
“I’m not ly—”
“I have plans, Amy. I suggest you keep your lies to yourself and not repeat them to anyone else. And try to find someone to talk to,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice low, tears clouding my vision.
“It’s clear that you need some help, Amy. Maybe I can find someone—”
I shook my head, cutting him off. “That won’t be necessary,” I said quietly.
“Are you in any condition to drive?” he asked as he looked me up and down.
“I’m fine,” I said, ignoring the tears that had fallen. “I wouldn’t want you to be late for dinner.”
“I was going to call you a car,” he responded.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Just waved and gave the best smile I could muster.
“I’m fine,” I said.
Then I turned and headed toward the door.
Only when the elevator doors closed did I let the rest of my tears fall.
