Deadbeat Mother

Office Meetings

~Steven~

We sit at the conference table, neither of us speaking. I look down at my phone, almost hoping it would alert me to some news about my missing wife. Where the f**k did she even go, and how did she get away?

I asked my guards, and they were f**king useless. How the f**k are they in the house and don’t see her leave?! Luckily, their contract was up, or I would have fired their asses. I really want to beat their ass, but I don’t have that kind of juice.

“Well?” I don’t respond or look at my father. There’s really nothing for me to say. “Answer me, boy.” His voice is low, and I know what that means.

“What would you have me say, father?” Out of the corner of my eye, I see my father’s hand on the table, clenching and unclenching. I know he would love nothing more than to put me th