Unlike him, I do care.
I have known these employees for nearly ten years.As Anthony’s fiancée, then his wife and their Marketing Manager, Zoe’s mom...then Anthony’s widow and the new CEO...I failed them.
I wasn’t experienced enough to do what was necessary to keep the family business afloat, nor were there the funds to employ someone who could.We had to sell.
I had to sell.
I want to know what he has planned.
So, you see potential?
I didn’t say that.
He’s keeping his cards close to his chest and has hit the nail on the head with his final comment.
Not anymore.
I study the stem of my glass and search for an appropriate response.My chest hurts and my pride hurts.
What if I lose our home?
Panic flares inside me, and I push back my chair.
I can’t do this.
“Gemma.”
“You’re right.It’s not her legacy anymore.I took that from her.She lost her father, and now...I have to go.Enjoy your dinner.I’m sorry.”
I pick up my purse and walk out of the restaurant, blinking and hoping like God the tears will wait until I reach my room.At the elevator, I punch the button, step in, push my floor, and then let out a breath as the doors close.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I mutter, thanking the fates that I’m alone as I shake my head.
Ping.
I step out and stride down to my room, desperate to be behind the door and able to let down my defenses and cry.
I press the plastic card on the reader, and when it beeps, I hear my name.
“Gemma!”His voice is deep and firm as I close my eyes, knowing I was lucky to get this far.