𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭{ 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐟 }

21

I arrived at my father's massive mansion, feeling a mix of anxiety and resentment. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant meal. My father opened the door and welcomed me inside with a grin on his face.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What do you want, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"Oh, nothing much," he replied. "I just thought it would be nice to have some quality time with my son. Too much to ask, I guess."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's get this over with," I said, heading towards the dining room.

As we sat down at the table, the tension in the air was palpable. My father looked at me with an expectant smile on his face, waiting for me to say something. But I didn't know what to say. The conversation continued to be filled with awkward silences and painful glances.

Finally, my father broke the silence with a question that caught me off guard. "So, how's work? Are you making any progress on that promotion you've been chasing?"

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should tell him the truth or just give him what he wanted to hear. I decided to go for the former. "I've been working my ass off."

My father's smile faded, and he nodded. "I see," he said, his voice cold. "Well, maybe you should try harder."

I felt my blood boil. "I'm doing the best I can," I said, my voice rising. "But it's hard when you're always on my ass about everything."

My father's eyes widened in surprise, and I instantly regretted my words. But it was too late to take them back. The tension in the air grew even heavier, and we sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity.

After an hour , I sat in silence as we ate our dinner, trying to avoid looking at my father. The tension between us was tangible, and I knew it wasn't going to be an easy night.

After a few minutes, my father finally broke the silence. "You know, I was thinking," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe we should be partners in business. We could make a lot of money together."

I looked up at him, shocked by the suggestion. "I don't need a partner," I said, my voice firm. "I already have one, and we're doing just fine on our own."

My father's smile widened, and he leaned forward in his chair. "Oh, come on, son. Don't tell me you're afraid to take a little risk," he said, his voice filled with mock sympathy.

That was it. The last straw. I jumped up from my chair, my face turned red with anger. "I'm not afraid of anything," I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. "But I don't need your help, and I don't need your pity."

My father was taken aback by my outburst, and he leaned back in his chair. "I see," he said, his voice cold. "So, that's how you feel."

I glared at him, the anger and resentment I had been bottling up for years finally spilling out. "That's right," I said. "I don't need you or your money. I don't need your approval. I'm just fine on my own."

My father's eyes narrowed, and he stood up from his chair. "Fine," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "If that's how you feel, then there's no point in me staying here."

He turned to leave, but I couldn't let him go without a final word. "Good," I said, my voice quieter than before. "Maybe now we can both get what we want."

He turned back to face me, his eyes burning with anger. "Just be careful, son," he said, his voice low. "You're not as strong as you think you are."

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my anger.

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