The Primus Daughter

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

"Let us go," De Vile ordered and Vance nodded. His father led the way and he followed obediently behind. The walk out of the house seemed faster than usual. Maybe it was because he did not want to go.

He had tried to convince his father to let him drive himself but his father had disagreed and had not wanted to listen to any of Vance's reasons why going from his house to the meeting was beneficial.

He could not be blamed because if his father had agreed that he could go to the meeting by himself from his house, there was no way he would have shown up for the meeting.

Of course, he would have pissed his father off and he would have definitely suffered for it but he would rather take his father's anger right now than what was waiting for him if he did attend the meeting.

Vance didn't think, he just bent forward and held his stomach. His father's response was instantaneous even though he had his back to Vance he could immediately tell something had changed. "What the f**k are you doing?!" His father yelled they had just gotten to the door, the main entrance, and his father already had a foot outside.

"I desperately need to use the bathroom," he forced out. He kept his eyes down, knowing that if he met eyes with the old man, he was bound to see through his shenanigans.

He felt his father stare at his back, it was hot. "Can't you hold it in?" The meeting would just be a couple of hours at most. I am sure there is a bathroom there you can use."

"If I could hold it, I would not be bent forward like a little child!" He yelled back. This was not going to help him in any way but at least it would buy him some time even if it was just a couple of minutes, he was willing to take it.

"Whatever," his father muttered in annoyance, dismissing Vance with a wave of his hand. "You get five minutes, any more and I will come to pull you out of the restroom myself. I will be standing right on this spot until you come back. You know better than to waste my time."

Vance didn't respond but turned around and hopped back the way he had come. There was a restroom he could use downstairs but he wanted his own that was located on the floor above.

His father was the most annoying person he knew, imagine ordering him as if he could control his bowels. He wondered what if he truly needed to use the restroom, five minutes would be all he would get and a lot of scolding.

He rolled his eyes, taking the steps two at a time. He pushed open the door and noticed that his bed had been laid. He had been out for just about four minutes. He even doubted it was up to four. The maids here were scary.

He didn't want to sit on the bed, didn't want to ruin a job well done, so he went straight to the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet seat, pants on and all. He needed a minute, or two, in fact, he wouldn't mind an hour or a day.

He bent his head and didn't even realize how long he had been in the bathroom until he heard banging on the door to his room and then his father burst into his room. "What is taking so long, Vance?!" His father's voice thundered in the confines of his room.

He quickly rushed out. "I am sorry father, my stomach was hurting more than I anticipated. He brushed his pants as he spoke, trying to appear like he had been really busy behind the closed door.

He had even washed his hands and had made sure to drop a few sprinkles on his pants to give off the right look. He finished his unnecessary adjustments and looked his father in the eye.

The old man scoffed and started to walk out of the room. "No more distractions and delays!" Vance wasn't sure if the words were meant for him or the forces of the universe, nevertheless, he didn't respond.

Vance followed closely behind, he had played all his cards, there was nothing that would stop him from getting into the car and then the meeting. He climbed down the stairs not bothering to keep up with the speed of his father.

He got to the door and discovered that he was moving even slower. "Vance! If I have to call your name one more time I will tie you up and drag you to the meeting myself." His father yelled at him, standing by the car.