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Twenty minutes later, and still no answer. He is hiding something big. The question is what. Did my father make another decision affecting the future of the clan? More fights? I don’t like not knowing. It makes me feel out of control. I am the boss. I need to know everything.
“Becky,” I call my PA.
“Mr. Manarch, how can I help?”
“Cancel the rest of my afternoon.” I walk out of the office.
Lately, I’ve been spending more time at Manarch Industries. If I can’t fully protect my clan, at least, I’ll protect my future. But that is the least of my worries. Fiona is making my life miserable. My father’s indifference is costing a fortune. Now Oliver is keeping something from me. My phone rings. The screen reads mom.
“Hi, mom.”
“Hi, sweetheart. It’s been some time since I’ve seen you.”
“I know. I’ve been busy.”
“Except we both know it’s not the reason. You have been avoiding me.” She knows me well.“Do you have time for a late lunch?”
“Always.” Maybe time with her is what I need.
“Meet me at Treehouse Bistro. I should be there in twenty minutes.”
“I’ll see you soon,” I tell her.
Seeing my mother will remind me of how much I truly miss Ava. It’s the real reason I have been avoiding my mother. I try to stay away from anything that reminds me of her since I can’t be with her. At least not yet. But it’s a daunting task. It doesn't matter how hard I try because here I am thinking of Ava.
I pull up to the restaurant. There aren’t many cars which hopefully means it will be quiet. This isn’t the kind of place I come to, but my mother seems to enjoy it. Inside I am led to the table where she is already waiting.
“Mom,” I greet, walking over and give her a hug.
“Sweetheart, thanks for coming.” We sit.“How are you? You look skinny. Are you not eating?”
“I’m fine.” I sit.
“Anything to drink?” A server asks.
“Scotch neat.”
“Do you know what you would like to eat, sir?”
“Just the drink.”
“He will have the special.”
“Very well.” The server leaves.
“I’m not in the mood to eat.”
“Tough luck.” She smiles.“How are you doing?” She asks with a serious voice.
“Busy with work.”
“How’s Fiona and the baby?”
“Fine.” The server returns with my drink.
“I want more than fine. One word answers aren’t going to work for me.” I look at her.
“That's all I got.” I take a sip of my drink.
