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Chapter 1
Today was my father’s funeral. I couldn’t believe my greatest nemesis and supporter had died. We hardly ever agreed on anything, but I loved the man. He worked me to the bone throughout the years and interfered in any relationship I tried to have leaving me single. Even in college he kept tabs on me. I couldn’t even talk to a woman without him knowing about it. When I graduated, I thought I’d live on my own, but he made quick work of working me harder than any other employee. He claimed he was grooming me to take over the company, so that better be in the will today. I put up with a lot of shit, even though I was his sole heir, to inherit the company.
I’d stopped at the office before the funeral to pick up some files to review. Being in the office, I knew that I had to take some time off. There was no way I could deal with the loss of my father especially in the one place where we saw each other every day. Running my hand along his nameplate on his door, I paused dealing with a rush of emotions that flooded my heart. The feelings I got at seeing his door weren’t manly. I wanted to cry like I was a little boy again, so I hurried into my office.
I looked down at the note from my assistant with the address for the will reading. There were only two people invited or that was what I could get out of the attorney. Everything else was confidential. I didn’t know the other person who’d benefit from my father’s estate, but I was pissed thinking about it. I worked for my father, and I knew there wasn’t anyone he was close to unless he finally got a mistress. Which I doubted because he and I burned the midnight oil in the office. After my mother left, my father had sworn off another marriage and hardly ever dated. My work schedule revolved around the company and he was no better. Damn, I was going to miss the old bastard. He could be a true son of a bitch, but it was always with the best of intentions. I tapped my knuckles on my desk in frustration.
As I packed my briefcase there was a knock on my office door. I opened it to find my assistant waiting for me. “Sir, the car’s ready.” I could see her concern for me. She patted my hand with a look of genuine sadness in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Walker.”
“Thanks, Monica. Give the staff the rest of the day off. I think we all need to forget about work for a bit. I won’t be back for a week. Let me know if you need anything or have any questions while I’m out.”
“Yes, sir.” She turned away to do as I asked. I should have told the staff to take the day off before today, but my head wasn’t working right. Fuck, my regrets are so damn strong. Why did he have to be a pushy, cold, and demanding father? Our relationship was based on his experiences with my mother and his parents. He did the best he could with being a single dad.
Stepping out of my office, I headed down to the limo. It would be taking me straight to the reading after the funeral. There was no wake because my father didn’t want that. He wanted to be remembered for the man he was, not the one he became after the cancer took hold. He didn’t want a huge fanfare, so only a select few were invited to the service. It was an unconventional way to go, but that was my father and like he said he wasn’t alive to see it anyway. He did everything to the beat of his own drum. If you had a problem with it, you had to move along.
The ride up to the cemetery was a silent one. I left my phone off because today wasn’t about business. It was about the man who taught me everything I knew and made me the man I was today. For the first time since he died it truly hit me that he was gone. He would never be demanding and controlling again. Grayson Walker the first wasn’t the most sensitive man, but I always knew he loved me. He’d never tell me how happy he was that I was his son. It wasn’t often, but on occasion he’d tell me how much of a man I’d become. I was only
Today was my father’s funeral. I couldn’t believe my greatest nemesis and supporter had died. We hardly ever agreed on anything, but I loved the man. He worked me to the bone throughout the years and interfered in any relationship I tried to have leaving me single. Even in college he kept tabs on me. I couldn’t even talk to a woman without him knowing about it. When I graduated, I thought I’d live on my own, but he made quick work of working me harder than any other employee. He claimed he was grooming me to take over the company, so that better be in the will today. I put up with a lot of shit, even though I was his sole heir, to inherit the company.
I’d stopped at the office before the funeral to pick up some files to review. Being in the office, I knew that I had to take some time off. There was no way I could deal with the loss of my father especially in the one place where we saw each other every day. Running my hand along his nameplate on his door, I paused dealing with a rush of emotions that flooded my heart. The feelings I got at seeing his door weren’t manly. I wanted to cry like I was a little boy again, so I hurried into my office.
I looked down at the note from my assistant with the address for the will reading. There were only two people invited or that was what I could get out of the attorney. Everything else was confidential. I didn’t know the other person who’d benefit from my father’s estate, but I was pissed thinking about it. I worked for my father, and I knew there wasn’t anyone he was close to unless he finally got a mistress. Which I doubted because he and I burned the midnight oil in the office. After my mother left, my father had sworn off another marriage and hardly ever dated. My work schedule revolved around the company and he was no better. Damn, I was going to miss the old bastard. He could be a true son of a bitch, but it was always with the best of intentions. I tapped my knuckles on my desk in frustration.
As I packed my briefcase there was a knock on my office door. I opened it to find my assistant waiting for me. “Sir, the car’s ready.” I could see her concern for me. She patted my hand with a look of genuine sadness in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Walker.”
“Thanks, Monica. Give the staff the rest of the day off. I think we all need to forget about work for a bit. I won’t be back for a week. Let me know if you need anything or have any questions while I’m out.”
“Yes, sir.” She turned away to do as I asked. I should have told the staff to take the day off before today, but my head wasn’t working right. Fuck, my regrets are so damn strong. Why did he have to be a pushy, cold, and demanding father? Our relationship was based on his experiences with my mother and his parents. He did the best he could with being a single dad.
Stepping out of my office, I headed down to the limo. It would be taking me straight to the reading after the funeral. There was no wake because my father didn’t want that. He wanted to be remembered for the man he was, not the one he became after the cancer took hold. He didn’t want a huge fanfare, so only a select few were invited to the service. It was an unconventional way to go, but that was my father and like he said he wasn’t alive to see it anyway. He did everything to the beat of his own drum. If you had a problem with it, you had to move along.
The ride up to the cemetery was a silent one. I left my phone off because today wasn’t about business. It was about the man who taught me everything I knew and made me the man I was today. For the first time since he died it truly hit me that he was gone. He would never be demanding and controlling again. Grayson Walker the first wasn’t the most sensitive man, but I always knew he loved me. He’d never tell me how happy he was that I was his son. It wasn’t often, but on occasion he’d tell me how much of a man I’d become. I was only
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