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Of course. “My head is spinning.”
“That’s understandable. If you’re thinking about it, you have to think fast. The next one is on Friday.”
“This Friday? That’s really soon.”
“The sooner, the better, Evie, if you’re going to do it.”
I nod. “You’re right.”
“I have a contact who can get you in. Thank fuck. This just might be the one time your father’s overbearing nature of hiding you from the world might work to your advantage. Nobody will know your face there.” She opens her palms. “We can change your surname, and you can use this address for your contact details.”
“Thank you for thinking about all of this for me. I wouldn’t have known what to do other than run.”
“You can’t run like that from a man like your father. I mean, you could try, but you wouldn’t get very far.”
“No.”
“This could work, and it would be perfect timing too. The only weekend you’d have to worry about is the engagement party. Your father will be back for that, then gone again. One month could get you the money you need, and you could be gone before your father returns to plan for the wedding. It’s just for you to think about it.”
Think?
What is the point of thinking when I already know this is my only chance.
“I’ll do it, Cordelia,” I say, bringing my trembling hands together. “I’ll do it.”
8
Henry
Thank fuck that auction is tonight.
Fucking, fuck, I didn’t know a man could go crazy so quickly. I’m on the verge.
I’m walking that thin line between staying sane and going insane.
I pick up the envelope with the memo my father sent me through his secretary, squash it up, and launch it through the air the same way I’d do a football.
The fucking memo was because I didn’t attend the staff meeting about shit. I’d already given my excuse for that, so I didn’t need to be reminded about the ethos and work ethic of a company I co-own. My fucking car broke down in the middle of rush hour. It’s reason enough to miss a meeting.
Always true to my aim, it goes in the bin the same way my football career went south.
I busted my knee in the middle of a game that I busted my ass to win. I was the quarterback of the college team at Yale. My future was so bright, and most of all, it was one I worked hard for.
I didn’t want to go into the family business and push pencils the way Dad wanted me to. I only did accounts because I was good with numbers. I mixed that with computer science to make life more interesting, never knowing my life would take a turn down a path I never saw coming.
I invested my time in football because I could see shit like today happening to me if I did what my father wanted me to do.
I’ve been back for five weeks now, and my father is already driving me crazy with his stringent controls and attempts to make me look bad.
That’s what he was trying to do today when he changed the order on the budget to something else and didn’t tell me.
It was when I saw Carson laughing with him that I realized the shit and his part in it too. This type of juvenile behavior is beyond me.
My stepbrother knows not to push me because I wouldn’t hesitate to bust his ass, but the motherfucker also knows I’m trying to get in my father’s good graces.
That’s the only reason I didn’t say anything, and I’m not saying anything now.
I was supposed to go to the resort today, but I didn’t because he was going to be there overseeing the contractors.
