2:35 PM
I enter my father’s office. He doesn’t even bother to look up.
"Maria told me you wanted to see me."
"You’re still calling her Maria? Do I need to remind you after all these years that she’s nothing more than an employee?"
"What do you want me to call her?"
"By her last name."
"She’ll always be Maria to me. That’s not going to change. You’re wasting your time."
"I don’t want to argue with you today."
Just say you need me and prefer not to piss me off so I can be fully functional.
"If I brought your sweet Maria back, it wasn’t to please you—it was to remind you of your duties to the gang and me."
I frown.
"What are you trying to say?"
"With each of your failures, that poor Maria will suffer the consequences."
My blood boils. I clench my fists tightly, jaw locked.
He’s
