Breaking The Grey [Book #2]

Chapter 9

North

The bitter sweet taste of champagne poisons my tongue. I place the glass back down on the table.

Sunday evening.

Sunday evenings are usually my relaxation days, the days I don't need to head into work. Today I wound up at work anyway and now I'm sitting here at a booth with my father whose treating me to an apology dinner. He doesn't call it that, but I do.

I'm still in my black slacks. My button down white shirt is un-tucked and slightly wrinkled. My ID is still attached to my hip. My thighs and ass are slightly numbing from just sitting here. I've been sitting all day rolling around in my office chair. I would much rather be walking right now.

This restaurant truly is for the rich. Everything about it screams money, even their silverware. The floors are polished wood and the decor is very technical and symmetrical. The lighting is dim and there's a low amount of jazz music playing. Luckily I'm the rich.

Hector is coming back from the bathroom in his dark blue suede tuxedo. Of course I don't get the chance to get fixed up, but getting fixed up wouldn't stand a chance at hiding how frustrated and tired I look and feel.

We already ordered our meals about a half hour ago. It's decently crowded in this place. To be honest I just want to go home and go to sleep. I'm not entirely hungry.

He slides into the opposite side of the booth and adjusts his blazer. He gives me a small smile. Sometimes I want to smack that smug wrinkled smile off his face.

A part of me hates my foster family. They've turned me into someone I never wanted to be. My real dreams were crushed the moment I was shipped off. My real parents loved me.

My mother was beautiful. I looked just like her.  My father was cute when he wanted to be being the big white guy he was. Why couldn't I just be poor with them? I was happy. Money didn't mean a thing to me.

He folded his hands on the table, "Where did we leave off?"

I cleared my throat, "You were asking me about Allie."

"Ah, yes. How is she? Did you visit her today?" He asked.

"I went in early. She was drowsy and in pain. I got her food and left when she fell asleep." I answered.

"Is she holding up?"

I sighed, "She's been really grumpy and cranky. I know it's just the pain and all the frustration she has with not being able to remember. She's antsy ... she wants to come home. She was never the type to just sit still."

He took a sip of his water, "So what's the treatment looking like?"

I shrugged, "Doctor recommends a lot of the therapy. You can't really treat amnesia directly."

"I can always help out if you need me too." He said.

"How are you going to help?" I asked.

"I can pay for the therapy. For all of it. You know I can," He answered. "Let me help. You need it."

"Fine, since you're helpful suddenly." I said.

He sighed, "I left because something came up, North. It was important."

"Look I don't care anymore. Like I said I can handle my own. Right now my girlfriend is all I care about." I said.

"And that's how it should be. With that being said I have to discuss the business with you." He said.