Paul
My head is spinning, and I have a pounding headache. I sit on the chair and listen to my retribution.
“I am still trying to understand how you can f**k up like this, Paul?” Dad yells. “Smith enterprises is our family company. Now Duncan can whisk it off your hands like that? You were trained to take over from the day you were born and that was all useless. What the hell did you do?”
Dad continues to shout at me. He is not a man of many words, but I f****d up big time.
“That girl is beautiful, graceful, down to earth and honest. You and the Reeds pretended that she was crazy,” Mom says. I noticed her tearing up when we were in a meeting with Lily. She hates dishonesty and disorder.
I keep my eyes down, avoiding their disappointed eyes. I really have no explanation for them. Bein
