by Nikki Chase
Chapter 27
Cole
“I didn’t think you’d really come,” my father says as he enters the home office.
It’s mid-day now and the room looks completely different. The curtains that covered the big window behind the desk are now pulled back, letting warm sunshine stream in. I can see trees and flowers outside the window.
My father has always loved gardens. He has an army of gardeners to maintain the grounds around his mansion. It’s just like him to never want to get soil on his own hands even if he’s the one who gets to actually enjoy the results of the dirty work.
“You know me. I always come when you call. Besides, I don’t miss Officer Dumb and Officer Dumber,” I say.
“Very funny. You’re a joker, that’s what you are.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you enjoy my jokes.” I watch him take a seat in his big leather chair across the desk.
“Where did you go yesterday?”
“Oh, you know. Around.” I shrug nonchalantly and lean back in my own comfortable, fabric, normal-size chair.
“George and Julian told me you went missing and they couldn’t find you.”
“Sounds to me like you need to improve your HR department.”
“I do have to either fire them or train them. I haven’t decided.” He looks to the side and purses his lips like he always does when he’s thinking. Looking back at me, he says, “I thought of sending more experienced men, but you know them and you’d just talk them into letting you go.”
“You’re getting rusty, Pop.”
“Maybe I am. And maybe I’m getting soft, too, because I’ve been letting you run around and do as you like. You haven’t even been answering my calls. But that’s not how things are going to work from now on.”
“Oh, no. Should I be scared?” I use the wimpiest voice I can come up with.
“Don’t whine. You sound like a little girl,” he says.
“Maybe I want to act like a little girl. Maybe that’s what I’m going to do next, since you’re probably going to fire me now.”
“So you’re admitting that you saw her yesterday?” He rests his elbows on top of the desk and interlaces his fingers, holding them against his clean-shaven chin.
“Of course I saw her. Why else would I sneak out? If I just wanted to go shopping I could’ve taken them with me. Maybe then they’d dress better,” I say. “You know what you should do? You should design a uniform for your thugs. Maybe your new and improved HR department can do that for you.”
I know I’m deliberately derailing the conversation. Maybe I’m being immature, but I don’t know when I’m going to have another chance to aggravate him, and — get this — I think I’m going to miss this.
He sighs. There it is. The father I know wouldn’t just go along with my jokes endlessly, not even when he’s in a good mood like today. The man’s patience has a limit, as he so often reminds me.
“Boy, this girl is going to be your downfall,” he says. “Mark my words.”
I shrug. What can I say? The man’s probably right. Look at what I’ve already given up for Emily. For all that I’ve done, she’s not even mine anymore. And yet I feel completely at peace with how things have gone.
I’m heartbroken and miserable, but I’ve done my best to make things work with her. I actually love her. I didn’t even know I was capable of that before Emily. So I’d call that a win.
“I don’t like having to do what I’m going to do.” He looks straight into my eyes like he used to do when he was about to take my toys away. He’s expecting me to break down and apologize. I may have done that when I was a boy, but I’m a full-grown man now. He doesn’t scare me like he used to.
“Bullshit.”
“You know what?” He glances out the window in an exaggerated show of pensiveness. “You’re right. Maybe I do enjoy this a little bit.”
“You wouldn’t be so jolly if you weren’t about to bring down your wrath and punishment upon me.”
“You know I have to be consistent once I’ve said something. I’m a man of my word. I know that doesn’t mean anything to you. Maybe that’s my own fault for not bringing you up more strictly. You’re my youngest kid and I’m too lenient with you. I’ve failed to instill proper discipline in you.”
“Oh, let’s not get all nostalgic now. You’re going to make me cry.”
“Yes, but I’m going to make you cry tears of pain, not nostalgia.” He smirks cruelly.
He’s always more jovial when he’s about to execute one of his threats. He knows it’s going to hurt like hell for me regardless of his demeanor. Whether he yells at me or jokes around with me, I’m still going to end up in a world of pain. He’s calm and cheerful because he knows he’s about to get his way yet again.
“You know, I’m actually overdue for a good cry. It’s been a while since I last watched a re-run of Bridget Jones’ Diary.”
“I don’t even want to know what that is.” He looks intently into my eyes. “I’ll admit I do enjoy this, but only because it means I’ve planned things the right way. I built in some kind of insurance to make sure you don’t hurt the family. And now that you’ve gone and done that, I can’t just let you get away with it.”
“How? How have I hurt the family? Can’t you just admit that you just don’t like it when I don’t follow your orders like a good lap dog?” I know I’m raising my voice and he’s probably enjoying this, but my anger has been simmering beneath the surface for too long now. He’s treated me this way my whole life, controlling my every move while pretending like he’s only trying to be a good patriarch.
“It’s very possible that your relationship with Emily Webb will be exposed,” he says, shrugging with infuriating calm. “And then people will find out about how I protected you from the potential legal ramifications and media blow-up. How do you think that’s going to hurt the family’s reputation? How do you think that’s going to affect the relationship we’ve built over many years — no, decades — with the media and the police?”
“People don’t care about you as much as you think they do.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, boy. Reputation is everything. If you ever manage to get into a position again where you run a business, you’ll quickly learn that lesson. I see now that I’ve been making you weak by trying to protect you,” he says.
I clench my fist. My muscles are tense as adrenaline surges through my veins. My limbs are shaking in a fight-or-flight response. I stay quiet, afraid of what I’d say if I open my mouth.
“You knew this was going to happen, boy,” he says. “I never make empty threats. You know that. I’ve always taught you since you were a baby, if I let something slide once, soon everybody’s going to start thinking they can get away with anything. It gives me no joy to do this.”
Then wipe that fucking smirk off your mug, asshole.
I grit my teeth, stopping the flurry of curses from escaping my mouth. Seeing me get even more riled up is only going to make him happier.
The wooden drawer scrapes noisily when he pulls it open. A sick feeling builds up in my stomach when I hear the rattle of random items inside as my father reaches inside. He takes out a thick stack of papers and drops it on top of the desk between us.
“Sign now and walk away,” he says as he places his favorite fountain pen on top of the stack and slides everything across the desk to me.
The chair creaks as I lean forward to take the pen in my hand and review the document. We’ve both read it before, back when I was just starting out. I never thought I’d actually sign away my claim over the business I’ve built from scratch.
Foster Hotels is my baby. As much as I don’t want my father to know just how much this hurts, I can’t help the way my breathing becomes labored as my heartbeat picks up and my lungs deflate.
“Come on, boy. Let’s not drag this out any longer than we have to. You already know what the document says. Believe me, you want to sign it,” he says with the kindest old-man smile on his
wrinkly face. “Otherwise I can’t guarantee the safety of your little girlfriend.”
Leaning back in his big chair, he continues, “Or don’t. It’s up to you. Don’t say I never give you any options. We can always do this another way. My lawyer will find a way to get this done even if you don’t sign.”
“I’m signing,” I say curtly.
“Not so chatty now, are you?” He chuckles with satisfaction. I swear it makes me want to bash his bleached-white teeth in.
I quietly pick up the pen. It takes everything I’ve got to keep my hand steady as I sign and initial on the appropriate lines. I hope the company fucking burns down into ashes without me. God knows I’ve worked harder than anyone else on the board of directors. Nobody else knows the ins and outs of the business better than I do.
I stand up when I’m done and walk across the room toward the door, ignoring my father’s taunts as I put one foot in front of the other, the sound of my shoes muffled by the elaborate Persian rug.
If I hear him call my “boy” just one more time, I don’t know what I’d do with him. My fists are more than ready to meet his face. I’m going to make it look so bad none of his whores will want to fuck him anymore.
Just as I get into my car and turn on the ignition, I hear knocking on the passenger side window. Great. It’s fucking Caine. I didn’t even know he’s in town. What is this, family reunion day?
“Hey,” he says when I press the button to lower the window. He rests his forearm on the top of my car and leans down to peer inside the car. “I’m sorry about what happened.”
I just shrug in response and blankly stare at him. It’s great that you’re sorry, bro. Really warms my heart. What do you want?
“I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t budge. You know how he is.” If anybody can persuade my father, it’s Caine. He’s the golden son who can do no wrong in his eyes.
“Thanks, man.” I take a deep breath and try to relax. It’s not Caine’s fault this happened. I’m the one who’s been too reckless. “I appreciate it.”
“No problem.” A pair of sunglasses perches on top of his head, keeping his windblown blond hair out of his face. He may be more similar to my father in terms of personality, but they look nothing like each other. “Look, don’t take it too personally. You know that’s just how he treats everybody.”
“Yep, that’s him. No fucking special treatment even if you’re his spawn.” My jaws clench and I grip the steering wheel harder, turning my knuckles white.
“He’s just doing what he thinks is best for the family,” Caine says, spouting off the propaganda we’ve both been fed with since we were born. I wonder what went wrong with my upbringing that I no longer buy that bullshit. Caine seems perfectly at ease having my father’s hands controlling the strings, manipulating him like a puppet.
“How do you do it?” I blurt out. “How do you stand his bullshit day in and day out?”
“Guess I have more patience than you do.” He shrugs, smiling. “You know, he’s not so bad. Not if you know how to deal with him.”
“Fuck, Caine. I want to just pummel him sometimes, wipe that smug look off his face.” I make a fist with my right hand and pull it back like I’m about to punch something.
“Sure you do. Hell, sometimes I want to kick his saggy ass.” He pauses and looks straight into my eyes. “What are you going to do now?”
“I have a plan.” Clearly, it’s not going as well as I’d hoped because Emily’s not by my side, but I can still stick with my plan on my own.
I flip open my suit jacket to show the fountain pen I just stole from my father’s home office and watch Caine grin. I know it’s petty, but whatever. If my father gets upset about me stealing his favorite pen, he’s going to combust when he finds out what else I’ve done today.
Chapter 28
Emily
Two Months Later
I’m a lucky girl.
It sure didn’t seem that way two months ago when I found out Cole had been lying to me the entire time, ever since before we had even officially met each other.
But now, as I take my second flight in as many months, it strikes me how lucky I am. Sure, I’m just flying coach this time, but the view from my window seat is just as beautiful.
It’s not like I need extra leg room anyway. See — there’s a bright side to everything, even to being average height. Alice would probably have to contort her body in various unnatural ways just to fit her tall frame into one of these seats.
Alice cried when we hugged each other at the airport, before I joined the line for the security checkpoint. I told her I’m going to visit as often as I can, but we both know it won’t be the same.
She’s happy for me, though. She’s always so supportive. God, I’m going to miss her stupid messages asking me what time I was coming home from work or what I wanted to eat for dinner. But we both know this is just something I need to do to move forward.
Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be alone in Seattle. Marco has generously offered to let me stay with him and his girlfriend at their downtown apartment for as long as I need while I get myself settled.
When Marco sent me that first email a couple of days after I quit from Foster Hotels, it was just a nice distraction. He told me InstaRoomies, the company he works for that helps owners and renters of private vacation rentals meet one another, is expanding into the luxury market.
Since I made a very convincing case for a new strategy in targeting the luxury traveler during my presentation at the conference, he wanted to ask me a few quick questions.
I didn’t mind answering his questions. In fact, they made me start to feel useful again. Honestly, the way everything went down with Cole and my job at Foster Hotels made me feel like a failure.
Well, a few quick questions turned into more and more questions. Marco’s boss, Harry, eventually got wind of where Marco’s ideas came from. When Marco told him about me and how I was between jobs at the time, Harry called me on the phone and offered me a job at the new luxury branch of InstaRoomies to help with the expansion.
I was apprehensive about leaving the city I’d lived in my whole life, but Harry made me a really good offer. I’m going to earn more than I did at Foster Hotels, I’m going to have a more senior position, and Harry’s even giving me some extra cash upfront to cover my moving costs.
He sounds like a great boss. Marco has been telling me how much I’m going to love working there.
I look out the window at the fluffy clouds hanging in the blue sky. There’s no denying it. My life is pretty awesome right now.
I’m so lucky I didn’t need to apply for jobs to get one. I never even used the recommendation letter that Lily sent me.
Later in the same week after my heated argument with Cole at the cemetery, Lily emailed me to ask for my address. She said she wanted to send me something. I thought she meant the stuff that I’d left at the office. It turned out the thing she wanted to send was a recommendation letter that had been personally signed by Cole.
When I called Lily to ask about the letter, she said, “I don’t know what to tell you, Emily. It’s all super weird and I have no idea what’s happening either. It’s like Twilight Zone over here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. She wasn’t making any sense to me.
“Cole left and nobody knows where he is. One day, out of the blue, he called to ask me to meet him in front of the office building and he gave me this letter. He asked me to mail it to you and then left without an explanation,” she said.
“What do you mean he left? He’s not working there anymore? But he still owns the company, doesn’t he?”
“Exactly. Those are the exact same questions that I have,” Lily said. “But he hasn’t come into the office all week and nobody knows why. Mary from accounting told me he moved a large sum of money out of the company bank account and into his personal account. It really seems like he’s left. But there’s no official word yet from any of the higher-ups.”<
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“Yeah. You’d be the first to know if there’s any reasonable explanation,” I said. “You didn’t ask Cole?”
“No, it just seems too personal, you know?” She paused before she hesitantly continued, “To be honest, I was hoping you’d have the answers. People have been speculating because you and Cole disappeared at about the same time. Neither one of you gave notice and neither one of you even cleared your desk. I really thought you’d know what’s happening.”
“It’s just a coincidence,” I said. I really didn’t want the entire office finding out about the whole sordid affair between me and Cole. After some obligatory small talk, I hung up the phone.
I’ve been wondering about Cole, especially after that phone call. But I haven’t talked to him. Haven’t even tried. I don’t know how I’m going to face him.
It took me a while, but I’ve forgiven him now. Like Alice said, it wasn’t his fault the accident happened. Cole meant well, although it did feel like a huge betrayal when I found out what he’d been hiding from me.
And Alice was right. The job he gave me did lead to new opportunities, even if he kept me in the dark with regards to his motives. With my lack of formal education, I never would’ve gotten this new job in Seattle if it weren’t for my stint at Foster Hotels.
“What would you like to drink, Miss?” The pretty flight attendant says as she stops the drinks cart by my row.
“Diet Coke, please.”
She asks the same question to the middle-aged woman sitting beside me, then pours our drinks into little plastic cups. She hands me the cup with the black fizzy drink and smiles, moving on to the next row.
I’m going to be on my own in Seattle. That makes me nervous, but I’m also excited.
For the longest time, I’ve relied on people around me. Alice, in particular, has been my biggest supporter. When Scott was still around, I depended on him, too.