the london non judging breakfast club.

2nd Chapter

"What are you doing here Christian?"  I was still shocked of seeing him.  "You mean besides eating your scrambled eggs?"  he asked with his mischievous Christian Stuart-smile.  "Yes, apart from that. Shouldn't you be partying on a yacht and celebrating your Yale law degree?" I probed and sat down at the breakfast table.  Christian Stuart was my father's chief lawyer's son and about seven years older than me.  We used to spend a lot of time together until he went to college.  He was like a big brother to me or an annoying cousin you would see on vacation or you would play pranks on(we used to do both).  "Aren't you going to congratulate me on being the best of my year in yale? You weren't even at my graduation party!"  he said with mock sadness.  "I was busy and doing a lot of stuff!"  I defended myself.  "That'what you call it. I'd rather call it being a party girl and having fun/hooking up with Nate Archibald," he laughed.  There was little I could say to that because he was right, I had been very irresponsible.  So I took a strawberry out of a bowl and took a bite.  Christian saw that he proved a point so he  finally answered my question: "I've heard about everything that's happened in the last few weeks and I'm so sorry that I wasn't at the funeral. You know how much you and your family mean to me  ."  He met my eyes so meaningfully with his amber eyes that I had to look away to keep from bursting into tears again.  "So when your dad asked me to check on you in London, I immediately booked a flight and came as soon as possible," he continued.  "Wait a minute! My dad talks to you and probably every rich dude on this planet but he can't even call me and ask how I'm doing?!"  I was absolutely furious.  "Megh, you know what he's like. There's a lot going on in the company right now and he's always been a workerholic!"  he defended my dad.  "I'm his daughter and I just lost my mom! And you're still defending him?!"  I shrieked.  I knew it was unfair to attack him, but anger and desperation took controll over my mind.  "He loves you and he loved her very much, you know that," he said desperately, going through his straight auburn hair with his fingers.  "I know," I admitted reluctantly.  "But I loved mom too and now I don't have anyone" Don't cry.  Don't cry, I thought to myself.  "Luckily I'm here now. I won't leave you alone. You know Meggy, you're like chewing gum because you can't get rid of it but somehow you learn to love it." He got up, came around the table and ruffled my hair.  "So you're my babysitter now?"  I grumbled.  "Call me whatever you want. For example your babysitter, lawyer, manager or guardian. But please don't say anything like assistant, that's beneath me," he said, wrinkling his nose.  "Fine! You'll surely make a good assistant," I said, smiling.  Christian just rolled his eyes. 

After that we had a pleasant breakfast, or rather I drank my coffee and ate a couple of strawberries while he wolfed down more scrambled eggs, sausages and bread.  I often wondered how this man stayed so skinny, he said it was because his brain burned so many calories. I personally think because after work his idea of having fun was hitting the gym.  Christian could be a real pain in the ass but he tried to cheer me up with bad jokes and being there so I was actually glad about his company after all.  After he finished eating, he wiped his mouth with an soft napkin.  "I have some important things to discuss with you," he said seriously, switching to his "I'm the best-paid lawyer in the courtroom" voice.  "Which would be?"  I asked.  He handed me some papers out of his briefcase that he had on a chair next to him (Seriously, what normal 25-year-old carries a briefcase?!) and said, "You you will be attending Ashington Private School For Boys and Girls, devoting yourself to your everyday life there. Also, you should not comment on the circumstances of the company or the death of your mother. Luckily the press and paparazzi have not yet found out that you are currently in London, we should keep it like this for a while in order to achieve this you should keep a low profile. Your father will handle Johnson Bank & Co. and the press. Got it?"  I nodded. What else could I have done?  "I'll move into the guest room and be there for you in every way. But above all as a friend" Christian smiled at me encouragingly.  I smiled back, although I would have preferred to throw myself into his arms and cry for a bit (that was a bad sign, because actually his hugs were as warm as being hugged by a golf flag).  "That's it for now. Since I still have a lot of papers to fill out for your new school, I would retire to my room. Unless of course you need something else from me?"  he looked at me questioningly.  "No, it's fine. Get some rest too, then it's not my fault if you faint from overwork," I said with a smile, although I didn't want him to leave me alone.  Christian nodded, laughed and left the room in his suit (with the briefcase).  So I was left alone again.