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“I know and thanks.”
There’s a knock at the door. it opens and Beth, my secretary comes in.
“Sorry to interrupt you guys. Jericho, your father-in-law is here to see you.”
“Neil?”
“Yeah. He’s waiting by your office.”
What the hell is Neil doing here?
Why is he here to see me?
I already touched base with him about Sasha. There’s no need for him to come here to see me.
I glance at Knight. He’s already looking at me with his jaw clenched and brows knitted. After what I told him about Neil, he knows this visit can’t be anything good.
“Alright. I’ll go see him.” And see what this is about.
“Call me later,” Knight says and I nod.
“Sure.”
I make my way out to my office and find Neil sitting by the window just outside my office. His back is to me so I can’t see his face.
Seeing him in that wheelchair pulls on my insides even more today than it has over the last six months. Probably because I know the moment I tell River what I did, she’ll have to tell her father. Then he’ll find some way to make what I did seem like something you could only expect from Tobias Grayson’s son.
“Neil,” I say his name, getting his attention.
He turns his wheelchair to face me and I notice a brown envelope in his lap. My gaze flicks from it to his eyes.
His face has the usual unreadable mask but something malicious which makes me feel unhinged lurks in his eyes. It’s new and unsettling.
“Jericho, I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“Not at all. Do you want to go into my office?” I motion toward the door.
“Sure.”
I open the door and hold it for him. he goes right over to the floor to ceiling glass wall with the view of the city.
“So this is how the other half live,” he surmises, looking over the view. “I’ve always wondered if being up so high with a view like this makes you feel like a god.”
He’s talking stranger than usual. It’s not uncommon for him to talk in riddles but today seems to carry more of a hidden message.
“Neil.”
He turns to face me.
“With all due respect, I’m sure you didn’t come to see me to talk about what makes people feel like gods.” I wanted to say talk about shit but I decided to choose more respectful words.
Something’s not right here and I want to find out what it is. There’s no point talking about nonsense when we both know there’s no universe when he would visit me to be pleasant.
“No, I didn’t, but there was some relevance to what I was saying.”
“In what ways?”
He fixes his chair so he can face me properly. “I used to have my own office once. It was high up like this. Just that simple thing made me feel like somebody. Did River ever tell you that I got a scholarship to go to Princeton?”
