Laura’s glass hit the table a little too hard as she snapped, “I’ve worked in the eastern subsidiary just as long, if not longer. And I don’t see you handing out shares to me.”
My father’s head snapped toward her.
“You haven’t earned it yet,” he said coldly, cutting her off like she hadn’t just poured years of her life into this family business.
The silence that followed was loud. Deafening.
I leaned back in my seat, letting the burn of the scotch settle in my throat as I watched the two of them—father and daughter—lock horns.
I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to their petty bickering anymore. It was like listening to two people argue over crumbs while the whole damn cake was missing. Instead, I kept my eyes locked on Logan, studying him with a focused intensity.
“So,” I began,
