The flight was terribly long but Paris enjoyed every bit of it. Chelsea hadn’t stopped playing with her or singing rhymes with her. For a child that young Paris was really impressed at her ability to communicate in both French and English. Luis did mention that he’d only just recently stated to speak in Spanish to her but that she was going to be as fluent as he was soon. Paris laughed a lot at the jokes Luis cracked and even Chelsea had some riddles too. Looking at this man and his beautiful daughter Paris was beginning to regret coming on this journey. To do this would be totally unfair. Unfair to him, and unfair to his child. But Vanessa had to pay and pay she would.
Finally Chelsea fell asleep in the bedroom. Paris didn’t want to leave her side so she and Luis remained on the bed. He looked worried. It wasn’t evident on his face but she knew. Knew that whatever it was he wasn’t going to tell her about it. ’Whatever is the matter, Luis?’ ‘It’s nothing much.’ ‘Are you sure? Whatever it is can be settled.’ ‘I know.’ ‘You are still worried. If it’s this Chef guy that’s the problem, make him an offer he can’t refuse.’ ‘I’m not the god father, Paris. And even though I do that what happens to the others?’ ‘Offer them raises, or transfer them with a little more pay. They’ll love it. And if they don’t want that, you could always give promotions with extra working hours and ore responsibilities.’ ‘Kay ma’am.’ He said smiling at her. ‘Think about it, okay?’ she said but noticed that though he smiled something else must have been bothering him. ‘Don’t smile at me when there’s still something bugging you. What’s the problem?’ You. You being the only woman, who can read through me, see through me. It is not normal. Instead he asked, ‘why did you wait so long to go to college?’ ‘Is that what the problem is?’ ‘Yes.’ Partly. ‘Okay.’ She said not quite convinced but not ready to push him any further. ‘I told you my parents got divorced, right?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Dad left the country shortly after that to establish another plant. In actual truth I think he was running away from Gran. She’d always told him how wrong my mother was for him, he never listened. So well he left and returned just, five years ago. I had refused to attend any college because I didn’t feel like it yet. When dad retuned I just simply took up a little job in the company. But I needed time with my dad. He was sad I didn’t want to go to college still but didn’t fret. So this year I’ll go. I already have everything I’ll ever need. I’m only going so I’ll have the degree.’
