Chapter 9
Over the weekend Scotty had decided he would have to quit his job. There was no way he could face Preston every day. Not now. Maybe in another ten years when he’d somehow gotten over him and found a new man to love. Hopefully one who loved Scotty, too.
He stood outside Kenneth Trask’s office door, absolutely dreading the conversation about to take place. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. His father had mellowed over the years and even accepted his being gay. Eventually.
It was just…well, he’d finally earned a little bit of respect from his dad. Enough that he was willing to offer him a job at the firm he’d started. That was a big deal for his father.
His semi-retired father only worked three days a week now. Monday being one of them. He tapped lightly on the door.
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