They look over at Kristina, who holds up her hands. “I have no idea who he is.”
“Not that daughter,” I explain. “I’m talking about Addison.” The minute I say her name, the blood drains from their faces. “I’m guessing from the reaction on your faces that you know who I’m talking about. You see, you turned your back on her over six years ago.”
“Yeah, so what?” Gerald says. “She was stupid enough to get knocked up.”
“Breathe,” Casey says from beside me.
“I’d watch what you say.” I look into his eyes. “You’re talking about my fiancée and my daughter.
So if you don’t want to eat from a straw for the rest of your life, I would watch the next words that
come out of your mouth.”
“Are you threatening me?” He puffs out his chest.
“Nope, threat means I won’t do it.” I smirk. “This is me telling you that I’ll make you eat from a straw for the rest of your life.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Mr. Laurier says.
“What is going on, old man, is”—I look at him—“this is your last day working for this company.”
I look at Casey, who nods at me and gets up. “As much fun as this was.” I take the other paper in the folder and hand it to them. “You will see, Casey bought two shares of the company.” I smile big at them. “While I bought the other sixty shares. Which means…” I hold up a hand. “Which means I move to have you removed from the company,” I declare. “All in favor, say aye.”
“Aye,” Casey says, then looks over at the four of them. “I guess you guys are opposed.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter.” I clap my hands. “My shares are going to my future wife and my daughter. It’s in her hands. But for now, for me, I want you out of your office tonight.” Then I look over at her mother. “You turned your back on your daughter and tossed her out like garbage. She struggled to pay her medical bills while you spent forty-seven thousand dollars in the Bahamas in a weekend.”
“She made her bed,” her father retorts, “she had to lie in it.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” the woman says. “You can’t speak to me like that.”
“Trust me, lady, the last thing I want to do is speak to you.” I shake my head. “I thank fuck she didn’t turn out like you.” Then I look at her sister. “You should go to rehab.” Then I look over at her brother. “You should also tell your fiancée she’s not your type.”
“Fuck this, I quit!” Gerald yells. “I won’t stand here.”
“You haven’t worked a day in your life.” I laugh. “You don’t even know how to do your job.
We’ve already hired your secretary to take your place since she has been doing your job since you started.
“You have until the end of the day to pack up your shit.” I look at Casey. “You were right, this was fun, but I’m done.” He nods at me, and I start to make my way out. “You fucked up, old man. Trying to do things like you were still in the fifties, thinking no one would know the difference,” I inform him.
“You fucked up even bigger when you turned your back on your daughter. You will never see the woman she has become, and you will never see the goodness that is our daughter.” Then I look at her mother. “You were supposed to fight for her. You were supposed to be her strength and guide her, and instead, you chose to stand behind your husband.”
“Don’t speak to me that way,” her mother seethes. “You don’t know us.”
“Thank fuck,” I reply, “wouldn’t even want to walk on the same street as you.”
With that, I take one look at them and then walk out with Casey at my back. “How you feeling?” he asks me and I just look down. “I’m going to say that I’m happy as a pig in shit right now.” I look over at him. “Do you know how pissed Matthew is going to be that we did this without him?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Who do you think gave me the money to do this?” I look over at him. “He knew exactly what I was doing.”
We walk out of the door and there standing by the truck is Uncle Matthew, Uncle Max, and my father side by side, all of them arms crossed over their chests. “Fucking hell,” Casey greets, “you’re a sight for sore eyes.”