The Boss' Daughter

Chapter 8

We arrived within about 20 minutes. The driver opened the door for us and we all got out, me making sure to stay in the back as I had no clue what I had gotten myself into. I was shaking with nerves. I squeezed the black clutch Molly had let me borrow for the evening. Mr. Adams began walking to the entrance and I felt a soft nudge. Molly motioned her head toward the door, as if to tell me to come on.

"It's okay. Don't be nervous. These business meetings are always boring. At least this time I'll have someone there to keep me company." She whispered as to not let her father know we were speaking to each other. Someone opened the door for Mr. Adams and we followed him inside. The place was massive. It was very high class and way too expensive for me. It was definitely one of those places that took reservations and I'm sure it probably took forever to get one.

"Mr. Adams." A Grey headed man with a clean cut beard stretched out his hand to Mr. Adams. I would say he had to be at least 60 years old. They shook hands and then a man who looked to be in hisblate 30s or early 40s shook hands with Mr. Adams as well. The men pulled out chairs at a table to sit. Molly and I followed suit. Mr. Adams and the older man began talking.

"Who are these lovely ladies you have graced us with this evening for dinner?" The older man smiled at Molly and I.

"This is my daughter, Molly " Mr. Adams looked over at her as he spoke. "And this is my assistant." Wow. Would it kill him to say my name? I did have one. The man reached out his hand, gently placing it on mine on the table. I was a little uncomfortable but smiled through it.

"This is Ms. Burke." Molly spoke out and I pulled my hand down and placed it in my lap.

"Well, it's nice to meet you both."

"My father has had Ms. Burke babysitting me this week while my regular nanny is away dealing with family stuff."

"Oh. You have a babysitter? How old are you?"

"I'm thirteen. I know, it's silly, but...well, you know my father." Molly smirked at Mr. Adams and I could tell she was striking a nerve. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there uncomfortably. Mr. Adams quickly changed the subject and began talking about business. The waiters brought out a small salad for us. I guess that was the appetizer. Molly and I ate, not speaking, while the men talked business. I tries to listen, as Mr. Adams had told me to be prepared to take notes. Molly was right, though, this business dinner was very boring. The next course came out. He smelled amazing. The plate consisted of a sirloin, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. We continued to eat, the men still not easing up with their talking about business. What was so important that they had to spend literally the entire evening talking about? I was very bored, but I tried not to show it as to not upset Mr. Adams if he noticed.

"Are we up for dessert?" The older man spoke, wiping his mouth.

"Oh, no. We are good." Mr. Adams stood up and shook hands with the two men. I could tell we were about to leave. The two men left towards the door. Molly and I stood up and Mr. Adams glared at Molly. I could tell he was upset, but it wasn't my place to say anything so I kept quiet. Mr. Adams turned and began walking towards the door. Molly followed suit and I trailed behind her. The ride was quiet until we got closer to Mr. Adams' home. "I'm very disappointed in you, Molly." Mr. Adams voice was deep and stern. "I ask you to join me at a business dinner one night and you can't act appropriately? You can't act proper for one night?"

"What on Earth did I do to upset you this time, father?" Molly's voice raised.

"Telling them that I have hired my assistant as a babysitter for you....making it seem as though I don't trust my own daughter..."

"Well, you clearly don't trust me. I can stay home by myself, you know? I don't need someone to stay on top of me and watch my every move." Molly's face began to turn red. Tears formed in her eyes. "You don't trust me." She paused for a moment as if awaiting a response from her father. "You know that I don't have any friends? I spend my days at that house...at that prison..."

"I give you my credit card so you can get things you want. I don't leave you with nothing while I'm at work. Don't make me out to be the bad guy here."

"I don't have to father." They stopped talking after her remark. When we arrived at Mr. Adams' home, Molly rushed out of the limo inside. I followed Mr. Adams out of the limo towards the door.

"Is it alright if I go in and change?"

"Oh, yes, of course." I started inside, gently lifting my dress as I walked up the steps. "You are welcome to spend the night. That is, if you are comfortable with it. I know it's late and you have to be here early anyway. I have have extra bedroom. It's just an offer."

"Thank you." I walked on inside and up the stairs to the extra bedroom, changing out of the dress and back into my normal clothes. I peared out the window. I didn't hear Mr. Adams, so I assumed he was still downstairs. I walked by Molly's room, noticing her laying on her bed. "Are you okay?" I slightly peaked my head in the door, not wanting to pry if she didn't feel like talking to anyone.

"Yeah. I'm used to it." I could tell she was still very upset about the encounter with her father, but I didn't push her to share more with me. "Why don't you stay the night?" It shocked me that she asked me that.

"Your father offered, but..."

"You should stay. You have to be here early anyway." She stood up and pulled out a pair of cotton shorts from a drawer of her dresser. "Here's you can wear these. Now, hang on..." Mollynleft the room and me standing there wondering what she was doing. She came back with a t-shirt in her hand. "It's my dad's. He never wears it, so you can sleep in it."

"I don't remember agreeing to staying the night." Molly looked at me with big, puppy dog eyes.

"Okay. I'll stay." I went into the extra bedroom and changed into the clothes Molly had given me. I heard Molly's bedroom door shut, letting me know she went to bed. I heard footsteps and turned to see Mr. Adams standing at the door.

"So I see you've made decided to stay?"

"Yes, if it's still okay that I do?" He nodded. I noticed him looking at me and I remembered that Molly had given me his shirt to sleep in. "Oh..." I pulled the shirt out from me a little to let him know what I was talking about. "Molly gave me this shirt to sleep in. I'm sorry. I can change back into my other shirt if you want."

"No. You're fine." He softly smiled at me. "Thank you for joining me at the dinner this evening."

"Of course." It wasn't like I really had a choice. He started to walk away, but turned back.

"Could you make sure and schedule another meeting with Mr. Simmons that I met with this evening when you return to the office next week?"

"Of course, Mr. Adams. I'll make a note to do so." He gently grazed my hand as he went in to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I closed the door behind me and went to bed.