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its way down to his belly. “You’ve hated me since the start because I dared stand up to you. You can’t walk all over me like you do them.”
“Because you run away from conflict.”
“Ah, the victor writes the history, is that it?” Sin set his glass down on the bar. “I think some minority reports would disagree with you.”
“How can you be like this, after all I’ve done for you?”
His father’s voice took on an offended tone. “If not for me...”
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“I might have actually been happy.”
“Are we doing to go over Christina again?” Sin’s father looked pained. “I told you she was only after my money.”
Sin shook his head, then focused on Watson Dodd. “I come back from college with my fiancee, Christina. Dad tells me she’s not good enough for me, only a gold digger.
He then sends me off to London to deal with a problem in a site there. I’m gone for a month, at the end of which Chrissy breaks off our engagement. And guess why?” He pointed at his father. “She wasn’t good enough for me, but she was for my father.”
“I just proved she was after my money.”
“But did you have to keep proving it for three years?”
Sin pounded his right fist against his thigh. “Remember that, Dodd, when my father tells you that your wife is not good enough for you.”
Darius laughed lightly. “Are you through?”
“Nope, we’rethrough, Father. You’re a bastard, always have been a bastard and always will be a bastard. I was going to demand my things, but no more. I want nothing from you.”
“And nothing you shall get.” Darius pointed imperiously toward the door. “You no longer have a father.”
“I haven’t had one since conception, so nothing’s new there.”
“Run, run the way you always do.”
“I’m leaving, but not because that’s what you command me to do.” Sin tossed down the rest of the whisky.
”I’m going because I’ll be beyond your reach. I know, in the long run, that will bug you worse than having me be under your thumb here.”
Sin hammered his fist down into the armrest. How could I have been so stupid. He orchestrated that confron-tation. He knew what I’d do. I shouldn’t havegiven him the satisfaction.
Erika slid into the open seat beside him. “Mind if a catch my breath?”
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Sin shook his head. “I welcome the company. Are you based in Phoenix or Tokyo?”
“Phoenix, but I have two weeks in Tokyo after this run.”
She tucked her blond hair behind her left ear. “Business or pleasure in Japan for you, Mr. MacNeal?”
“Sinclair. I don’t honestly know. New job, so I hope a bit of both.”
She patted him on the knee. “I hope so, too.” She glanced at her watch, then tapped the flat LCD screen built into the seat in front of him. “Are you going to watch the movie? It won a number of awards.”
“I know he’s supposed to be the best since Olivier or Gibson, but I can’t see Macaulay Caulkin as Henry V. I may just get some sleep.”
A tone sounded from back in the main cabin. “Well, sleep tight. I’ll wake you before we land. Sweet dreams.”
Erika awakened Sin as the jet began its descent into Narita. The pilot brought the plane in smooth and level, touching down with only the slightest bump when the gear hit the ground. Sin looked out through the rain-streaked windows at the gray airport. The vision of a future nightmare that had prompted environmentalists to protest the opening of the airport back in the 1970s had come true. The creeping concrete plague had spread out from the airport and stretched as far as he could see.
Sin completed the immigration forms Erika passed out.
He noted he was staying at the New Palace Hotel. He peeled the barcoded stickers off his ticket sleeve and affixed them to the Customs portion of the form. Erika collected it along with all the
“Because you run away from conflict.”
“Ah, the victor writes the history, is that it?” Sin set his glass down on the bar. “I think some minority reports would disagree with you.”
“How can you be like this, after all I’ve done for you?”
His father’s voice took on an offended tone. “If not for me...”
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“I might have actually been happy.”
“Are we doing to go over Christina again?” Sin’s father looked pained. “I told you she was only after my money.”
Sin shook his head, then focused on Watson Dodd. “I come back from college with my fiancee, Christina. Dad tells me she’s not good enough for me, only a gold digger.
He then sends me off to London to deal with a problem in a site there. I’m gone for a month, at the end of which Chrissy breaks off our engagement. And guess why?” He pointed at his father. “She wasn’t good enough for me, but she was for my father.”
“I just proved she was after my money.”
“But did you have to keep proving it for three years?”
Sin pounded his right fist against his thigh. “Remember that, Dodd, when my father tells you that your wife is not good enough for you.”
Darius laughed lightly. “Are you through?”
“Nope, we’rethrough, Father. You’re a bastard, always have been a bastard and always will be a bastard. I was going to demand my things, but no more. I want nothing from you.”
“And nothing you shall get.” Darius pointed imperiously toward the door. “You no longer have a father.”
“I haven’t had one since conception, so nothing’s new there.”
“Run, run the way you always do.”
“I’m leaving, but not because that’s what you command me to do.” Sin tossed down the rest of the whisky.
”I’m going because I’ll be beyond your reach. I know, in the long run, that will bug you worse than having me be under your thumb here.”
Sin hammered his fist down into the armrest. How could I have been so stupid. He orchestrated that confron-tation. He knew what I’d do. I shouldn’t havegiven him the satisfaction.
Erika slid into the open seat beside him. “Mind if a catch my breath?”
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Sin shook his head. “I welcome the company. Are you based in Phoenix or Tokyo?”
“Phoenix, but I have two weeks in Tokyo after this run.”
She tucked her blond hair behind her left ear. “Business or pleasure in Japan for you, Mr. MacNeal?”
“Sinclair. I don’t honestly know. New job, so I hope a bit of both.”
She patted him on the knee. “I hope so, too.” She glanced at her watch, then tapped the flat LCD screen built into the seat in front of him. “Are you going to watch the movie? It won a number of awards.”
“I know he’s supposed to be the best since Olivier or Gibson, but I can’t see Macaulay Caulkin as Henry V. I may just get some sleep.”
A tone sounded from back in the main cabin. “Well, sleep tight. I’ll wake you before we land. Sweet dreams.”
Erika awakened Sin as the jet began its descent into Narita. The pilot brought the plane in smooth and level, touching down with only the slightest bump when the gear hit the ground. Sin looked out through the rain-streaked windows at the gray airport. The vision of a future nightmare that had prompted environmentalists to protest the opening of the airport back in the 1970s had come true. The creeping concrete plague had spread out from the airport and stretched as far as he could see.
Sin completed the immigration forms Erika passed out.
He noted he was staying at the New Palace Hotel. He peeled the barcoded stickers off his ticket sleeve and affixed them to the Customs portion of the form. Erika collected it along with all the
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