Eric.
Driving through the black iron gates, I take a deep breath. I've been summoned again for a family dinner. Why they insist I come makes no sense; my brother can't stand me, and the feeling is mutual.
Maybe my father doesn’t outright hate me, but the way he gazes at me makes me feel like a failure, like I’m not the son he wanted. I’ve done everything he’s asked, desperately trying to get a reaction from him—any sign that I matter in his eyes. So far, it hasn’t worked. While my brother is on track to become CEO, I’m stuck creating his ideas like some kind of puppet. I can’t even use my designs; they all have to be what he wants, and then it will be what my brother wants. Honestly, I’ll probably leave before then. I’m not going to take demands from that asshole.
I don’t understand how
