Two billionaires with a bride

d's investments and businesses we

filled the room as our new maid, still on trial, caref

's phone lit up on the table, its screen glowing sharply against

the screen. I glanced at it, hesitated for a second, then picked it up. His passco

the company Dad had

n. "We regret to inform you that there

tightened a

," it continued, "and brok

gation, we were able to locate t

nts with us, along with every load entrusted t

, and the hardships it may cause for you and your family

re powerless to prevent this tragedy

uiet, and impossible to stop. I slid under the table, pressin

ything into one ship, Patrick. Profit isn't worth the risk. But

make huge amounts

matter how much I didn't want to, nevertheless, I blamed Dad. I blamed him in the silence between each trembling inhale, out, in the hollow spaces

e still trying out walked in. She paused, maybe

n the open, where someone could see the whole collapse?

paper from the dining ta

nd then I made an effort to grin at her, but

e. Across the room, the maid reentered, our eyes locking for a brief, uneasy second. The

iled. That her food, her effort, her very presence wasn't enough to secure a p

supper table. I couldn't control the tears that uncontrollab

nt, something that might wash away the sadness. But it was just another Gmail message. A repe

t receive any more depressing messages. Unfortunately, I yelled at the maid to leave when she returned with yet another variation of food

gainst investing all of his life money in the busines

can only think how successful Dad would have been. Th

dining room. It took me twenty minutes to wake up. I had trouble sleeping. Tears were streami

bath, changed shifts, opened the dinner doo

whether the ship has arrived in the country

one of her social media acco

rom him, I hurried

table while looking for it," Dad shouted, heavily. In any circumstances, I think the phone may have been

workplace tomorrow morning to check his mail on his personal co

d the following day. He hurries down to the office so early t

avy and the entire team s

look so awful this m

Okay! Alright! I'm eager to get into my Gmail account. I don't want to talk this morning

lot of messages and more still loading, but he

es in an instant, his eyes searching the room as if for help that won't come then, with a shudderin