I never enjoyed being in close proximity with my father, just like I was about to now. I talked with my mother on phone last night. She needed me to deliver a message to him since they weren’t on talking terms. I didn’t understand her. She still loved him even though he never acknowledged it. I would never understand that kind of love.
The coldness from the air conditioners of the billion-dollar empire my father had built on sheer ruthlessness wrapped around me as I stepped in.
The Carter’s Hub wasn’t just a company. It was my father’s power; glass and steel stacked into the sky, polished to blind, built to intimidate. People called it innovation, a billion-dollar automobile dynasty, infatuated by it.
Beneath the marble floors and chrome elevators, it was all about power. His power. And
