Man Juice - Page 13

He’s already sitting at the head of the table, where he belongs, in the formal dining room of his mansion.

“Good afternoon, Molly.”Hhe nods his head in a gesture of greeting.

I sigh and sit down directly next to him on the right-hand side. I glance around the room. My mother always makes sure there’s a bouquet of fresh roses in the center of the twenty-seater table.

Today is no exception, and they are blooming with delight. I can smell their aroma and flowery fresh scent.

“You look good today, Daddy.” I smile at him again.

“Molly, can you do me a favor?” My dad briefly glances at me, ignoring my compliment.

“Sure,” I shrug. “What is it?”

“Can you sit on the other side?”

“You mean…over there?” I point across the table.

My father smiles with relief. “Yes, please, that will be perfect.”

I look at him with confusion. “Why? There’s no one in the room with you, Daddy.”

I know exactly why my dad is asking me to move, and it’s because of fucking Harry. Harry fucking Quinn, the rat bastard who I just so happen to share a blood relationship with because we came out of the same vagina.

That’s right; in case you are forgetting, allow me to catch you up to speed. Harry Quinn, my brother. Harry is the heir to this ridiculous ‘throne’ of Quinn Industries and is currently acting as CEO of the company.

“Daddy, do you even see Harry in the room right now? He’s not dedicated like me.” I further plead my case. “I mean, come on, does he even care enough to come in here every day at lunch and give you the company rundown?”

I’m screeching like a banshee at this point, and I’m sure my father has no patience for it, but right now I don’t even fucking care.

My father sighs, rolls his eyes, and places his napkin in his lap while he waits for his servant to come and place the food in front of his spoiled, pretentious white ass.

“I don’t ask you to come here and give me the company rundown, Molly. I’m up to speed every day, just like I tell you,” my father lectures.

“Whatever.” I scoff and dramatically move to the left seat, making sure to pout, huff and make a scene while I’m at it.

“Molly…” My father sighs again. “Don’t act like a sullen child.”

“Then don’t treat me like one, Daddy,” I hiss back.

My father and I have lunch together, sitting mainly in silence, but I drone on mechanically with my laptop, telling him of the most recent events that I think he might want to be abreast about with regards to the talent and new hires.

After we eat, my father stands to leave the room. He plants a kiss on my forehead. “As always, it’s lovely to have lunch with you, darling,” he says and starts to walk away.

“Daddy, wait,” I call back to him.

“Yes?” He turns around.

My father still has a thick head of dark hair that’s only now starting to grey in at the sides. He’s wearing a grey pinstriped suit, and I notice that he’s thinning from what used to be his heavyset body type.

“Why are you making Harry the CEO? It’s not fair.” I hate to stoop to this level of blaming, but I honestly can’t understand my father’s choices.

“Molly, you are too sheltered to understand why I’m going a different way with the company? Harry is just…” he shrugs, “you know, a better fit.” He grins sheepishly.

“I have all the time in the world, Daddy,” I cross my arms defiantly. “Please enlighten me on why you won’t give me a chance.”

“I’m really fucking great at my job, and I’m the better choice. You know it, Daddy, deep down you do,” I argue.

“Harry knows the ins and outs of the company.” My father’s grasping at straws—at least that’s how it looks to me, whether he sees it or not. “He’s good with people, charming.”

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