“Why care about them if you don’t care about your own child?”
His eyes soften, but there’s a hard edge to his voice when he speaks. “I’ve explained this to you.”
“No, you haven’t. You said your parents were WASPs and drunks and squandered their fortune and that you weren’t raised in a loving environment. But I’m not asking for a hug, Roman. I want to know why.”
He bristles but gives me nothing else, and I have half a mind to stand and leave him with his filthy fucking fortune, but it’s my mother’s terrifying blank stare that keeps me sitting here, ready to collect. She’s in a good place now, but what if she goes back to where she was? Though it would be the ultimate fuck you to deny his fortune and walk away, I can’t. I can’t do it.
“I’m sorry I failed you, Cecelia.”
“That’s twice now you’ve admitted you’ve failed me, and once you admitted you tried to love my mother, love me. But those are apologies and excuses without real explanations. I’m sorry I failed you is not an explanation, and I’ve heard that quite a bit recently.”
“Maybe it’s the company you keep.”
Insinuation clear in his tone, I look over to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Are you still parading around town with misfits in old muscle cars?”
“You’ll be happy to know that I’ve upgraded. This one drives a sedan, but he, too, is temporary. The men in my life don’t have a tendency to stick around long,” I snark. “I’m sure you know how that is. I’ve heard emotional attachments are bad for business.”
“They usually are, yes.”
It’s there, staring at my father in a boardroom fit for twenty that I have a moment of absolute clarity. I no longer have to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I see it clearly as I gaze on at him, my purpose, my future, and it starts in this room.
“Well then, let’s just put this personal crap in its respective place for the moment, and get down to business, shall we?”
Roman doesn’t hesitate as he stands and opens the door for his waiting staff.
Just short of an hour later, I’m a multi-millionaire.
The minute the door closes behind the team Roman stands up with a ready excuse. “I have a meeting.”
“I’m sure you do, but I’ll just need a minute more of your time.” I stand and face him, splaying my hands on the table. “I want you to be the first to know. I’ll be taking care of my mother financially from here on out.”
He doesn’t so much as cringe with my confession, which is so far from what I expected.
“I have no issue with that. It’s your money, do what you will with it.”
It was my only punch to throw, and he’s robbed me of it. It’s all I can do to keep my mouth closed. “What in the hell do you mean you have no issue with that?”
“Exactly what I said, Cecelia. I wish your mother well. Will you still be attending UG?”
I grit my teeth. “That’s my plan.”
“I’ll see to it that your expenses are covered. I’ll have my assistant find you an apartment off-campus.”
“You just gave me millions of dollars and a thirty percent stake in your company. I’m sure I can manage to pay for tuition on my own.”
“It’s my privilege as your father to see that your school is paid for.”
“You haven’t earned the privilege of calling yourself my father,” I snap, unable to hold my anger back any longer.
“I see. I really should get—”
“Nice doing business with you, Sir,” I dismiss him and turn to gather my purse.
Roman opens the door briefly and then closes it before taking strides over to me. He stops a foot away, commanding my attention. He assesses me with a cool expression that I’m sure intimidates the hell out of any opposition, but I refuse to back down. But it’s in his eyes, my eyes, I see a hint of regret. I swallow the lump in my throat as a burn threatens behind my eyes.
“Your mother did an outstanding job of raising you. You’re well-mannered for the most part. You have respect for authority. You’re a highly intelligent and beautiful young woman. You will go far. I have no doubt you have a bright future ahead of you.”
Eyes glistening, I do my best to control the shake in my voice. “No thanks to you.”
“She made her choices, and I made mine.”
“Choices. You mean abandoning your daughter? If that was a choice, you sure made it seem like an easy one.”