More Than It Seems

Mother!

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Disclaimer: Any resemblance the characters or company names have, with any living, or deceased person, or company, are purely coincidental, this is a FICTION story.

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After get my daily dose of caffeine, I drove towards my destination, the Mint enterprise building, while sipping my sweetened passion fruit tea. It's not like I had a sweet tooth or anything, but the non sweetened version is a tad too bitter for me.

My phone rang, making me jump a little. I glanced at my phone on the seat next to me, and the caller ID popped up, reading "Mom".

Oh ritz, I am screwed. I am so screwed. This isn't even funny anymore, this is Mom we're talking about. Scary Mom, did i mention that I was screwed yet? Well now i did. May my soul rest in peace. I have had a busy 22 years of life and my only wish, was to spend more time with Dustin. Maybe as a ghost, such a task would be easier achieved, wouldn't it? But I couldn't do that to my parents. After all, this life isn't just mine, it also belongs to the people I love.(remember that y'all)

I let out a sigh, hoping my ears would live through what I was sure to be a lecture.

Pressing the button on the Bluetooth device in my ear, I answered the phone. I didn't dare breathe a word though, and to my surprise, neither did my mom. We shared a silent conversation. But obviously, I didn't understand a word of it, and the silence was getting suspicious. At a red light, I took my phone in my hands and checked if the call was still ongoing. It was. I was expecting shouting and such, why was she so quiet?

"Hello?" I whispered.

"..." More silence from the other line.

This was starting to get me worried, what if something happened to her? What if she was kidnapped? If that was the case, what happened to her bodyguards? This is creeping me out. I was just about the pull over and find her location using a nice gadget I got from-you don't want to know, really-, but i heard a tired sigh come from my Bluetooth device. Oh gosh, thank goodness she's safe. My steadily increasing heartbeat calmed down.

"Don't scare me like that honey, this isn't funny." she said, her voice sounding strained.

I should be saying that.

"Sorry." I mumbled. I could see the front of the skyscraper now, with "Mint" spelled on a sign of cement a distance away from the entrance in curly letters.

"What happened? Your father called me up, sniffling, don't tell him I told you that, and told me you left." She asked, her voice significantly lighter than before.

"He tried to make me go to through a marriage interview. I have a hunch that it's a certain someone. He even kindly suggested that I live on my own, and was thoughtful enough to pack my bags for me." I scoffed.

"Ah, it's him you're talking about isn't it. I can't help you with that one sweety, but your dad's protecting you now isn't he?" I could feel a hint of a smile in her words.

I know. He knew that they would try to get me, so he packed my bags and angered me. He spoke to me about the matter, the marriage interview, warning me in his words, that this is what they would try to push me into. I know all of this. But what I didn't like was how he thought I couldn't protect myself, like I was a kid. He needs to know that I wasn't one, that i've grown up, that no matter how much he kept me to himself, it wouldn't stop the process of growing up. I'm 22 years old!

"Yeah," now it was my voice that sounded strained. A moment of silence passed. I pulled into the underground parking lot and got my ticket.

"...Send me the details of the place you plan to stay at, I'll visit, often." she attempted to lighten the mood, and it worked. By the time she finished her sentence, I found a parking space. Pulling into the space, I grabbed my bag and phone.

"I will."

"I love you Kathy, you'll always be the family's baby."

I knew she was refereeing to my older brother, who left home because he felt over-pressured by my father. As the heir, he was suppose to take over the business and even started training under my father, but he left. My parents don't know where he is, but I sure do, i'm the one blocking the information from getting to them. Anyway, guess who "took over the business" instead.

Me.

For lack of better words, I act as a confidant and decision maker for the company, as well as for the CEO. We talk over email of course, and not face to face. If i must, then we video chat, and she- yes, she- hears my modified voice, and a sees a black screen. My name and information was never disclosed to the public. For all they knew, my father was still running the business. But my fathers' closest friends knew of this information, and of course, they were the big guys at the top of the chain, the ones who had a lot of power, politically and socially, and who had a lot of experience.

"I love you too," my voice softened as I made my way out of the car, shutting the door of my creme colored Lexis SUV. Once out, I felt significantly shorter. SUV's make me feel tall, i'll take what I can get, but i absolutely won't wear heels. Those things were made in hell! They break ankles like twigs! I have had my fair share of heels in this lifetime, and don't plan on using those horrid objects unless the situation calls for it. But of course, with strategic planning I wouldn't have to.

"... Kathy. Kathy, I think he knows." her voice had a hint of urgency.

"What?" when my usual calm and cool mom was urgent, it made me stop what i was doing and listen closely, which is exactly what I did. I stopped my walk to the elevator in this parking lot.

"Maybe not ...." her voice trailed.

"WHAT DOES HE KNOW MOTHER?" I hissed.

"I'm not sure if......" she trailed off again.

"MOTHER!" my voice bounced off the walls of the lot.

I have a lot more secrets than I would like to have, and she's telling me my father knows one? This is not good. NOT GOOD AT ALL.

"He might know about-"

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OHHHHH WHAT DOES HE KNOW???

I'm hoping this is a cliffe, YAY FOR CLIFFES.

I don't think I spelled that right.... oh well.

SO, what do you think? Is it a good cliffe, or should I improve my cliffes?

which shall it be? :>

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