A Flashback
Robert’s POV
“Do you think, she’ll like this?” I asked, sipping my coffee, looking over the ground from the third floor. Nick just entered the room bringing with him a box of chocolate truffles I ordered him to buy from that convenient story, bouncing himself on the green couch. It’s only been thirty minutes when the meeting was done.
Taking a piece of it, I took a bite. Nick gave me a scowl, crossing his arms, just like how Dad is acting most of the time; at his office; at restaurants and even inside our house – the big boss of the Brook family. I’m quite fascinated to have his blood circulating all over my body, and somehow despite of the great reputation he was able to build for us, the pressure is getting out of hand – to be just like him; to be seen as the one who will
