“I can’t believe it.” The oriental pattern of the rug created a trail for his eyes to follow, while his mind diverted down other tracks, trying to find a way through the labyrinth of his parents’ minds. “I mean, I can believe it of my mother,” he added when he noticed Ethan’s black stare. “But my father? What the f**k was he thinking? Ethan, I swear, had it been down to me, there wouldn’t have been an issue of a loan. I would have paid. It’s not like we can’t afford it. I’d do the same for any of our long term staff. Service of over twenty years certainly deserves more respect.”
Though his tone remained calm, Rich feared he was almost babbling, wishing to compensate. What could he say?
“Nothing I can do will make it right, but…let me…” What he intended to say trailed off. Rich uttered a
