After a few weeks of finding out, I told my father a few days afterwards. He just told me to leave it alone until otherwise. I was just hoping he's right.
As Christmas came and gone, then New Years. Business was picking up once again. And since it was, I've been in between work and home. I stepped up on security at the hotel and had the twins training more guards. I didn't want another surprise like what happened.
But after awhile, I started slacking where my father took over once again. I was depressed. I spent most of my time at the hotel than I did home. My backups helped my father. The twins helped when they could, but they weren't made for the alpha business.
As days turned into weeks then months. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I started seeing someone to help me in town.
