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“We love being here,” Maya smiles, pulling our mother into a wide armed hug. I’ve always struggled visiting our mum and a glance at Jacob tells me he finds it hard too. He worries about Maya. He doesn’t want her to fall into our mother’s trappings. He’s scared they are too alike but I think Maya is stronger than Angela Contius.
“Tell me everything,” she’s smiling as she takes her seat at the table. “I want to know everything that is happening in all your lives.” No one could ever say that our mother doesn’t love us, she just hasn’t always loved us enough to live. I’m not sure that’s a bad thing; I wouldn’t want the responsibility of being the sole reason someone is alive. I’d be bound to mess it up.
Maya is the first to respond as she rushes to tell mum all about her new internship. My mum smiles at me across the table gratefully before returning her full attention to Maya.
I dress quickly the day after Boxing Day. I had planned on leaving the night before but my mum had convinced me to stay. She had looked at me with sad, tired eyes and I’d relented even though I knew it meant adding an hour to my commute. Once dressed I make my way to the kitchen; I need caffeine. My mother is already up. She’s wearing a dressing gown and her hair is tied back, “ah darling, can I get you something for breakfast?”
I try to say no, but it’s useless. I accept a slice of toast, “you know mum... you should come visit.”
She nods, “yes...” her voice is quiet, subdued. She’ll never visit, “we could go to the theatre.”
“Yes mum. We could.” I sigh because if there is one thing I hated growing up, it was my mother’s habit of dreaming up things she’d never actually do. She had always been the queen of broken promises. It was never a lie. She’d always had the best intentions. She’d just never been strong enough to fulfil her own dreams never mind anyone else’s. I’d always resented it. When she promised to come on school trips and then never turned up. When she’d promised a holiday to Europe but never bought the tickets. When she’d promised not to quit, but days later had tried to take her own life. It’s not that she doesn’t love us. We’re just not enough to keep her sane.
“Thank you for looking after your sister.” Her words are so soft I barely hear them.
“Always.”
“You always were a good boy, trying to look after everyone.”
I’m grateful when I finally get to work. I need the distraction. Ashley and Lisa are sat opposite me as I sit behind my desk. “Who do you want to delegate your accounts to?”
“Delegate?” I ask Lisa. I had no intentions of delegating.
“You will struggle to manage the company and work on your account projects,” Lisa explains, “we do not know how long Mr Peters will be away.”
She’s right of course. Landon is in L.A. and Aurora still hasn’t woken up. He could be gone for weeks. I consider the other directors. There’s only one that I would trust with my team, “Clara Delos will take responsibility for my accounts. Will you bring her up to speed Ash... after the directors meeting that is.”
Her response is immediate, “yes.”
“Good. Help her. You know the accounts as well as I do.”
“Yes sir.”
“Perhaps keep me in the loop too?” I’m not sure how things are between Clara and me. I certainly can’t rely on her to keep me abreast of any developments when she keeps deciding to hate me.
She smirks at me before nodding her head. She notices everything. I wouldn’t put it past Ashley to know everything about my relationship with Clara. In fact she probably knows more than I do. I’m tempted to ask her but now is not the time to get distracted thinking about Clara.
“What time is it?” I ask as I glance at my watch. It’s almost ten. Time for the meeting. My phone buzzes. One glance tells me it’s Landon. “He wants me to call him when I’ve finished with the
“We love being here,” Maya smiles, pulling our mother into a wide armed hug. I’ve always struggled visiting our mum and a glance at Jacob tells me he finds it hard too. He worries about Maya. He doesn’t want her to fall into our mother’s trappings. He’s scared they are too alike but I think Maya is stronger than Angela Contius.
“Tell me everything,” she’s smiling as she takes her seat at the table. “I want to know everything that is happening in all your lives.” No one could ever say that our mother doesn’t love us, she just hasn’t always loved us enough to live. I’m not sure that’s a bad thing; I wouldn’t want the responsibility of being the sole reason someone is alive. I’d be bound to mess it up.
Maya is the first to respond as she rushes to tell mum all about her new internship. My mum smiles at me across the table gratefully before returning her full attention to Maya.
I dress quickly the day after Boxing Day. I had planned on leaving the night before but my mum had convinced me to stay. She had looked at me with sad, tired eyes and I’d relented even though I knew it meant adding an hour to my commute. Once dressed I make my way to the kitchen; I need caffeine. My mother is already up. She’s wearing a dressing gown and her hair is tied back, “ah darling, can I get you something for breakfast?”
I try to say no, but it’s useless. I accept a slice of toast, “you know mum... you should come visit.”
She nods, “yes...” her voice is quiet, subdued. She’ll never visit, “we could go to the theatre.”
“Yes mum. We could.” I sigh because if there is one thing I hated growing up, it was my mother’s habit of dreaming up things she’d never actually do. She had always been the queen of broken promises. It was never a lie. She’d always had the best intentions. She’d just never been strong enough to fulfil her own dreams never mind anyone else’s. I’d always resented it. When she promised to come on school trips and then never turned up. When she’d promised a holiday to Europe but never bought the tickets. When she’d promised not to quit, but days later had tried to take her own life. It’s not that she doesn’t love us. We’re just not enough to keep her sane.
“Thank you for looking after your sister.” Her words are so soft I barely hear them.
“Always.”
“You always were a good boy, trying to look after everyone.”
I’m grateful when I finally get to work. I need the distraction. Ashley and Lisa are sat opposite me as I sit behind my desk. “Who do you want to delegate your accounts to?”
“Delegate?” I ask Lisa. I had no intentions of delegating.
“You will struggle to manage the company and work on your account projects,” Lisa explains, “we do not know how long Mr Peters will be away.”
She’s right of course. Landon is in L.A. and Aurora still hasn’t woken up. He could be gone for weeks. I consider the other directors. There’s only one that I would trust with my team, “Clara Delos will take responsibility for my accounts. Will you bring her up to speed Ash... after the directors meeting that is.”
Her response is immediate, “yes.”
“Good. Help her. You know the accounts as well as I do.”
“Yes sir.”
“Perhaps keep me in the loop too?” I’m not sure how things are between Clara and me. I certainly can’t rely on her to keep me abreast of any developments when she keeps deciding to hate me.
She smirks at me before nodding her head. She notices everything. I wouldn’t put it past Ashley to know everything about my relationship with Clara. In fact she probably knows more than I do. I’m tempted to ask her but now is not the time to get distracted thinking about Clara.
“What time is it?” I ask as I glance at my watch. It’s almost ten. Time for the meeting. My phone buzzes. One glance tells me it’s Landon. “He wants me to call him when I’ve finished with the
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