Translucent #Billionaire Series (1) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

Nevaeh

"You are late."

I sigh as I take my seat in front of my father who was looking at me with  a sceptical eye, I take in his goofy warm presence and set my black leather handbag on the rich red oak table which stretches a good few metres in the vast cabin. I check my dark brown wrist watch to note that it was exactly 10:05 A.M I was five minutes late. Big deal? I look at him to see him shaking his head and viewing his documents which were sprawled all over making the place look really messy. I make a mental note to inform my mother about this, hoping to get a slight reaction but I knew better than that, it would be her rolling her eyes and ignoring the very mention of his name. It's just so regular.

"I was waiting for the lift dad, you know how unethical your employees can be, pushing and fighting to get on that thin elevator. I guess Its obvious when their mentor himself doesn't adhere to basic etiquette" I reply giving him a dramatic stare. He realized my plight

"Oh honey my bad, want some coffee?"

I smile giving him a nod "one espresso"

"ah? There is starbucks just down the lane you know" he hints with sarcasm

"I'll pass" he gives a fatherly laughs and informs his secretary to bring in two espressos. It was our tradition to have the same coffee and obliviously I get to choose.

"so sugar how are you" he rests on his high back chair and gives me his complete attention.

"Great dad. I topped statistics this time. Elisa is planning to head to New York this summer and Ray, he is busy completing his medicine. Sara and Abby.. You know the usual drill"

"you have got some intelligent friends kiddo."

"that I do and don't take me for anything less" he massages his temples with his wrinkled hands trying to suppress his laughter. I take in full view of his cabin silently enjoying its richness. Every inch of the room screamed my father, whether its was his classic Benjamin moore's white dove for walls with zebra print couches and vintage clock hanging in full display. I love the fact that he keeps it simple, that's just something my father thrives on

"How is your mother?"

I play with my fingers taking my time answering, I understand that they share a constrained relationship but I only wished he would drop by sometime. He cares for both of us, his loyalty and sincere affections is something we cannot ignore but the thing is they confess and share their opinion to me, I wonder why can't they blurt it out when they face each other. I literally have done anything and everything to get them back together but nothing seems to work. My mother is very sour towards my father, she is just too ill tempered for her own good but deep down I know that she still is irrevocably in love with him but life is never smooth life is an emotional rollercoaster which never promises happy endings. It is evil, it keeps you towards the edge and then lets you fall. I look towards my left trying to avoid meeting my father eyes, he would always read them. My eyes were just too expressive for my own liking and
I can't risk making my father getting upset, we have been through this and it was quite... Complex and I don't want him to overthink things, my parents are the reason I live for and I will not do anything to hurt them..