Curtis POV
The tension was so thick at the dining table. I don't understand why my father called for a late lunch today. Does he think that none of us have a schedule we have to get to? Or just because he was the head of this family, mean that he was going to be some sort of tyrant who we have to obey at any time of the day?
Chloe left her work just to be here in order to please him. I left what I was doing to be in this awful lunch.
If his business was doing so badly, he should sort it out himself. I don't see the reason why we should pause our lives for him. I was just counting down to the day that he would take his final breath. I would finally pop that vintage wine into his cellar.
I would get drunk on it till I passed out. I would scream at the top of my voice that, finally, th
