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My gaze swivels between the two of them. They both have identical stubborn looks on their faces. It’s a little scary.
“What exactly do you plan to do, Mother?” I question.
“You and I are going to see your father,” she replies.
A few hours later, we’re in the family’s private plane on our way to D.C. I still don’t know what my mother plans to do, but she seems pretty confident that she can change my father’s mind. It’s late when we arrive and we head straight for our house.
Mikayla’s the first person we see when we get there. She stares at us in shock.
“What’s going on?”
“Mom’s on the warpath,” I tell my sister in a low voice.
“Where’s Richard?” Mom asks one of the staff passing by. The woman informs her that he’s in his study. “I’ll be right back, sweethearts,” she says to us.
Mikayla and I share a look of confusion but we don’t stop her as she strolls up the stairs. Instead, we wait patiently for her to come back.
“Is she actually standing up to Father right now?” I ask my sister, a little worried.
Mikayla grins. “I think so. If you ask me, it took her long enough.”
I nod distractedly.
Thirty minutes later, our mother reappears. Her expression is carefully blank as she approaches us.
“Graham, your father will see you now,” she tells me.
I cock my head to the side. “What did you say to him?”
“You don’t need to know, honey. Just go talk to him.”
“Fine,” I mutter, heading in the direction of his office.
I knock on the door and hear him call for me to enter a minute later. When I enter, I find him seated on the couch, holding a glass of whiskey. He takes a small sip as he studies me.
“You came back.”
“Not of my own free will,” I state.
“No, you got your mother to fight your battles for you,” he jabs.
My jaw clenches but I refuse to argue with him.
“Sit down, Graham,” my father finally says, gesturing opposite him.
I lower my body into the chair, waiting for whatever it is he has to say. It’s a long moment before he speaks.
“Do you remember when you were thirteen years old? You and your brother were participating in a competition that required you to invent a technological device.”
“Of course I remember. That was the first time you kicked me out.”
“A punishment you deserved.”
I don’t argue that point. Isabella made me see how selfish and entitled I had acted when I was younger. I didn’t always make the best choices.
“Is there a point to this?”
“Yes. Do you remember the gadget you invented? You created a security device that made use of facial recognition software. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but when I found out about your invention, I looked at the plans and pitched the idea our developers at the company. They fixed it up, made it better, and then we launched it, called it the identity sphere.”
