Forbidden Love (BWWM)

Chapter 7

"What do you mean he wants more slaves?"

My father knows how much I hate this Salvaty shit

My father sighed in frustration.

"He thinks that black people should be used as maids. Well If you prefer that word better. They will be used for anyone who needs help around their house."

"And how is that gonna work? Aha are you gonna gather small children against their will and force them to learn all about cleaning and cooking?" I said jokingly.

"As a matter of fact, yes." His father said a little too proudly.

"Are you fucking kidding me? This is ridiculous! Children should not be forced to work as a Slave or maid- whatever. This is just wrong."

"As I said before Sebastian. If you don't like this deal I'm not stopping you from leaving. But if you do decide to stay with this business you must accept what Mr. Sullivan and I have put in place. "

"Why are you only generalizing black people?" I screamed getting up from my chair.

"Because we think that they're the ones that should be slaves. They were before and they will be now."

"This is racist father and you know it." I pointed at him.

"Like I said, take it or leave it. I've got to go. I'm giving you two days to decide what you're doing."

And with that he ended the call.

"This fucking bastard!" I screamed knocking down the chair I was sitting on only moments ago.

I was so happy to finally be able to work here and now I'm working with racist bastards.

I stormed out of the building passing by co-workers who were confused by my sudden change of attitude.

I got into my car and drove back to the house still enraged.

PRESENT

I have no idea what I'm suppose to do now. I can't just quit as soon as I finally got what I wanted. But I also don't like my father and Mr. Sullivan's plan. It's just not right. Not only that, it's completely different from the firms we have now.

How do we just go from helping to manufacture more hybrid cars to getting African American children to go around cleaning houses. It's two totally different ideas that just don't mix.

I sighed rubbing my hands on my face.

This is messed up.

"Are you okay?" I heard Sasha's voice ask as she was standing at the doorway to the living room where I was currently sitting.

"Uh yes, sorry yea I'm fine." I said trying to hide my actual feelings.

She furrowed her eyebrows at what seemed to be disbelieve but instead of pushing it any further she just replied with an "Okay" and left.

I let out a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding and stood up from the couch.

I need to be alone and process everything. So I walked to the front door telling Sasha is be back for dinner. She nodded and I took that a sign that I could leave. Not that I needed permission to leave anyway.