Reputation to keep

Family business

I arrived home just before seven-thirty, probably a bit late for my father’s liking, but hey, he’d get over it!

I unlocked the door and walked through to the dining room.

‘Angel, you’re late.’ My father growled at me as I walked in. My father, is called James, he has a square face and dark hair, he has, what most girls would call a “hot bod”, heck, he’s had heaps of my past so called “friends” hit on him, one of them even attempted to hook up with him! It doesn’t help that he’s piss rich and has money to burn.

‘Right, sorry, well you need to give me more notice if you actually want me to be here on time, I had to go see Gina.’ I snapped back at him

‘How is she?’

‘Good, I think she might be having trouble paying the rent though, when I came up, she was talking to some man who was saying something about expiry dates and how she only had a few months left.’

My father looked surprisingly shocked and upset at this, it was strange seeing a look like that on his face, he rarely wears anything other than boredom when he’s in my presence. Shows how much he cares about me if this is what everyone else gets.

‘Only a few months?!’

‘Uh, yeah Einstein, that’s what I said. Geez, you’re dumber than Arabella.’

He glared at me and I rolled my eyes for the third time in that short 15 minutes

‘Angel I came to talk to you tonight because I think it’s time you start shaping up to take over the family business’

I stared at him, shocked and, well, pissed

‘And you think I’m going to accept’ I snarled at him

‘Angel, I need you to do this. It’s your responsibility, one of the few you have actually.’ He eyeballed me sternly, thinking it could change something.

‘As-fucking-if! Like hell I’m taking over any shitty business! Especially one started by you! If you were here during my life, you would know how much I want to launch my own fashion line! I have my own dreams dad, I don’t want to follow yours!’

In truth, I had never really wanted to start a fashion line, but thinking about it now, I decided it would be a pretty cool thing to do, and he certainly wasn’t going to know.’

‘That’s not fair Angel. I have tried but it was always a choice between providing you with the money and stabilisation or being around more and life for you having a very different and much less privileged outcome.’ My father looked saddened and for the first time, I noticed the age lines that were starting to show on his usually perfect face.

‘Oh whatever! Don’t give me that shit! Most of the people at school do fine and their dads manage to be around enough to know what’s going on in their lives!’ It wasn’t fair on him perhaps, but this was seventeen years worth of angst and upset that was showing itself.

‘I’m sorry Angel, I know it’s hard, please try and forgive me though, I do try.’ He pleaded with me with his eyes, begging my forgiveness, but I wasn’t giving up

‘Sorry dad, but it’s late. I’m going to bed’ I got up from the table, blanking my face of any emotion, one of our little servant people quickly rushed up and grabbed my plate, carrying it back to the kitchen to wash.

In truth, it was only eight-thirty, time had passed quickly during the argument and although I never went to bed this early, I decided to make an exception.

I slumped on my bed, tired from the energy I had exerted yelling, I let a few tears slip, remorse for the childhood and love I had missed out on.

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