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“My brother’s an adult and more than capable of picking his own clothes,” I said.
I didn’t point out that I had given Davit shit about his clothes myself, but the underlying point was true. And the bottom line was I didn’t care what the fuck he or anybody else wore.
As long as they did the work.
But my father, he was big on ceremony.
“You’re too soft,” my father said, walking over to the drink cabinet.
“You have to pour your own drinks here? I didn’t even pour my own drinks in prison,” my father said.
“Would you go back so you wouldn’t have to?” I asked.
He shrugged off the insults and then settled behind my desk and took a sip of his drink.
The intention behind his choice of seats was clear, but I didn’t let it bother me.
He could be a prickly fuck, but I respected my father, even if I didn’t necessarily appreciate what he had done—and had failed to do—for my brother and me.
At the very least, he deserved that much, and I would do whatever I could to make sure things stayed good between us.
Even though I knew that he was going to test me.
“I looked into operations, and as you said, things seem to be running smoothly,” Father finally said after his second drink.
“As I told you they were,” I answered.
“Did you check this place for bugs?” he said, looking around the room.
“The building is secure,” Davit said.
“You know that for sure?” Father asked.
“I see to it personally. The building was scanned, and I have put up a geo-fence that blocks signals. There are no bugs and no recordings in here,” he said.
“Geo-fence? What the fuck is that?” Father asked.
“It’s your invitation to speak freely,” Davit responded.
My father shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to trust you, but you know a wire put me in prison,” he said.
“We do,” I responded.
“I won’t let that happen again,” he said.
“Neither will we,” I said.
And I meant it.
It didn’t matter that it was my father’s carelessness that had gotten him caught up in the first place. I would keep him out of jail and make sure he did nothing to jeopardize the rest of us, either.
“So, business is good, but this new player…” Father started and then stopped, clearly waiting for me to ask.
“You found something?” I asked.
“Have you?” he countered.
“No,” I responded, hating the smug look on his face when I admitted it.
