![]() ![]() “I understand, Charlotte, but your safety is more important than your job,” he says, making his fingers curl into inverted commas when he says the word job. When he needs something, he makes a call to his ‘friends’ and nine times out of ten, he gets exactly what he wants. I know he does all his wheeling and dealing either on the golf course or at the country club. Dad frowns, pretending he has no idea what I’m talking about. You can be nice as pie, or the best at your job, but if you don’t know the right people, you won’t get far. It’s business, and you know how important social cache is with these people.” The right friendships and connections open doors. And the contract from the couturier confirms they will provide security. He’s the best, and the only one I trust to guard you.” “Look,” I plead, hoping for a Christmas miracle of sorts. Thine will be done, or however the old saying goes. ![]() He’ll listen to me argue and refute each point he always does. I live my life how I please, most of the time, but when he gives an order, there is no room for negotiation. “Oh no,” I groan, “Please tell me you’re kidding, Dad.” My father stares at me over the top of his bifocals, his deadpan expression all too familiar. I slump deeper into the leather armchair and swivel side to side, like I did when I was young. He glances from me back to the computer screen on his desk, tapping the keyboard lightly. D 1 CHARLIE ad sits behind his hand-carved Victorian era walnut desk, looking every inch the mining magnate billionaire, he is. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |