The family rivalry

es to find my brother's impatient ones just outside of th

id minute barely did anything for the turbulence

l be perfectly alright. Have some faith in yourself.

him. Tristan has always been that one person who had trust in me even when I didn't. Sometimes I fear I would let him down

. A week later I'm in New York living the most important day of my life. I have b

ough, this company is a part mine and my sibling's inheritance, our father has a

greeting Tristan and me. Dad's office comes into view

taring right at the door with a small smile. We both w

." I smile for the first time today and wait for him to say something els

gives me an assuring nod. Dad has always been inexpressive on suc

very own cabin, adjoining to his, "I know you are not new to any of this, except now you are a

the plush chair. "I can't bel

ike it was last week when I

g that's bugging me since this morning, "Do

you think that? You deserve this as much as any other har

taken them years while i

t logic, are you saying I don't des

ckle, "Of course not. W

opportunity doesn't make you any less worthy of this. It isn't your fault, stop

and and nod, "Y

on't be thanking me when you'll be sw

owever, I couldn't be involved until I was qualified to do so. Dad has always been particular about all his kids being grounded and deserving of our family lineage. He has seen my gra

the cool tones of the furniture, and smile knowing well Tristan did this and I know who helped him with this. A large window behind m

h my knowledge and helping Tristan with some emails, I watch

e to know who that

it going?" He asks co

and say, "Oh, I'm just ge

to excel on your first day. Don't tire yours

y head, "Tristan asked

gly, "You cannot be

y and I wasn't thinking straight. It won't

back in New York before you divulge into work. Take the

mention of friends, "I'm fine. I can

ll be that when you have the time use it. Go, once you start actually

on my face, "Sur

r perfection but I know today he is looking at me as his daughter and not an employee. I

l like every other rich kid does, but even then, there were some richer than the others. I don't deny the fact t

some wanted invites to my brother's bedroom and some wanted to challeng

tuations where I didn't belong. It wasn't enough though, some had preconceived notions about me; "She is a spoiled brat", "She is pretentious", "She is superficial",

oint where I voice this out loud. I'm lonely, I actually have no friends, I don't know

need a coffee and something sweet. I take dad's advice and pick up my purse to do ju

places I have already visited but something new catches my eye. It's fifteen minutes away, located in one

a coffee shop, well considering its location I'm not surprised. I park and step inside, my nose instantl

nter, so I decide to explore the display of various baked

ke my order. Suddenly, a very muscular voice

rts talking with the same velvety voice. I stare at his side profile, a square jaw, perfectly trimmed beard, long lashe

re interrupted and it takes me by surprise mak

re than a touch as the person stumbles and loses their balance. Before I can fully comprehend what has ha

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