The rumors I hated were the ones about how my father must have helped me get to where I was. That I’d spent all my life riding on his name and his money, instead of building up my own life and career without much of Dad’s help. None of them knew the real me, or the life I’d endured to get where I am now. Still, no matter how much I hated hearing it, I never let those emotions show.
Be in control at all times.
That was the motto I’d set up for myself, and I’d followed it just fine over the years. So what if people talked s**t behind my back? I was going to show them just what my effort brought me, and I was doing it my way.
The elevator doors finally opened and I walked inside. None of the other people waiting followed me in, and after a few seconds, the doors slid shut with only me insi
