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“When did you do that?”
Mr. Yakura tilts his head. “The same day Iris called to schedule everything with my assistant. I wanted to make sure everyone could make it here for the announcement. It’s a shame Iris won’t be here though. I know how hard she worked on putting all this together and I hate the idea of leaving here without telling her that this decision had nothing to do with her.”
With the way my stomach rolls, I’m about one confession from throwing up. Iris had nothing to do with my father coming here. Sure, she set up an automatic email telling people I would be visiting Dreamland, but my father knew about the trip way before she created that.
Fuck.
I made a colossal mistake. One done out of anger and irrationality, all because I thought I could blame everyone else for my failure exceptme.
“Why would you do that?”
“I was curious about how you and your father worked together. Turns out my theories were right.”
Fuck him and fuck my father. If Mr. Yakura wants to work with him, then fine. If he wants to work with me, great, although I’m not too certain I even want to work with him anymore. Not with the way he played me. I’d rather work with honest people who aren’t out to manipulate me.
He holds his hands up. “I can tell this news upsets you. I promise I didn’t mean for you to take any offense. My intention was solely to better understand the family dynamics before I made a decision to work with either of you.”
“And let me guess—you don’t want to.”
His lips press together. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but your relationship with your father is complex. I can tell there is a lot of animosity between the two of you, although both of you try to pretend it doesn’t exist. It became more apparent once Iris left.”
If you had listened to her instead of shooting her down…
I take a few deep breaths to slow down my thoughts.
You’re a fucking idiot, Declan. A stupid idiot who drove away the one person in your corner because you wanted to prove you had what it took to finish a deal.
“Did you even come here with the intention of signing a contract?”
“I did come with an open mind. My wife and I were both rooting for you, but I see there is still a lot you need to overcome. You’re young, Declan. Young and ambitious and passionate enough to have what it takes to be a leader one day. No one is discounting that, although I’m sure it might feel like that because of my decision.”
My temple throbs from the building pressure behind my skull. “I see.”
“I doubt you want to hear this from me, but if you don’t mind, I want to give you advice from one CEO to a future one.”
I take a deep breath to stop myself from snapping. “Go ahead.”
He releases a sigh as if he was actually nervous I would say no. “You’re only as strong as your biggest fear. Take your father for example: he is afraid of being powerless, so he will go out of his way to ruin his own child’s success just to feel strong and relevant. It will be his greatest downfall one day—I can guarantee that. So choose to learn from him and his mistakes before it’s too late for you. Embrace your fears and grow from them or spend the rest of your life fighting them at every turn.”
I try to stop myself from speaking but lose the ability to control my words. “What’s mine?”
He laughs. “Go do some soul searching and find out for yourself. I can’t just give you all the answers. That’s the whole point of life.”
Mrs. Yakura calls his name, and he looks over his shoulder and holds up a finger.
“One last thing.” He turns back toward me.
As if this entire conversation can’t get any worse. “What?”
“Come back and talk to me when you feel the time is right. If the gossip articles my wife reads are correct, then maybe it’s sooner rather than later. Hopefully you have yourself sorted out by then.” He winks.
I have no idea how he knows, but I can tell in his eyes that he suspects something.
“Go take care of your wife. Tell her I’m sorry and that I hope she understands.” He gives me one last smile before he and his wife leave the park.
I watch them disappear behind the gates, so I miss my father walking up to me.
“How does it feel to lose something you worked two years on?”
