A Symphony Of Chance and Choice

e that is our London home, the stone fountains spew wate

w steps out from the other side,

?" I asked Mrs Elli

he replied with a curt nod b

ha was already walking toward

l chignon, her smile wide and her cheekbones as high as ever, she moves to embrace me

me and then pulls aw

the moment she opened h

sent f

zed my arm as if notici

to tell my father I was being distant

my father's study, I had n

ly in the gust of air that comes from her opening the door, the clic

turquoise lamp is on the mahogany desk and her laptop is set up, a soft jazzy tune pla

ocus on work without m

single-seater sofas in the r

e? I had an important meetin

want to see m

ure you didn't make me leave the office wit

ou mean the COLE project that you so gracio

pany is my business, not

ily business darling, your father

hy you call

tionship with you Mark, I know your mo

ring under my breath, eno

e that tone-"

ine by me. But don't expect any love from me. I don't know how many times you want me to tell you, I can never and I will never be close to you, I'll fuc

ng up "And if that will be a

lent for a while

roject because yo

erit from my father, that I get to take it all, then why pretend when you're around my father h

to your Mother" My Father

t me, this was what she

d you? To disrespect

respect-" he didn't

fighting about today, but I asked her to cal

," I said, as I r

he biggest deal we would have signed this

mpletely uninterested

iel Taylor, this marriage is of convenience and it wou

power that we already have? I'm no

cursing in my damn ho

y father "I will not marry that woman, I'll get the deal

nsist on not marrying her, I'm cutting you off from the business. You can hand in

nd time and certainly not to that brat Brielle Taylor, to hell with her and her father's ill-g

d, walking out of their house towards my car, Matthew running

almost im

ight" was all he sa