Wedlocked

1|Fathers and contracts

Alexander's P.O.V:

I was trembling. My fingers were fidgeting constantly, my legs were both shaking out of anxiousness. Sitting in the silent corridor, I awaited my fathers assistant to let me in.

Father rarely conversed with me. We weren't close and we both liked it that way. Even as a child, he hardly ever spoke to me. He would come home late almost every single day, ignore my presence, and lock himself in his office all night, trying to rebuild his company in New York. All his effort in rebuilding his company paid off, but I always wondered if it was worth it. I always questioned why he separated me from my mother and brother. Was it necessary? If he wasn't going to treat me like a son, why did he take me away from my loved ones? For the past 25 years the question never left my head. My father was indeed a scary man and I never had the courage to ask him. Our business transactions were either done through thirty second phone calls, my assistants email, or business meetings. Even if I held the second most high position in the company, he never bothered to visit or speak to me.

But now, all of a sudden, he wanted to talk to me? In private? I had a bad feeling in my gut. What is he up to?

The clacking of heels broke me from my thoughts. I quickly stood up, and faced the gorgeous brunette standing in front of me. Fathers assistant I'm guessing.

"Mrs. Thurston will see you now," she said, in a thick British accent. Of course she's British.

Without uttering a word, I gave her a nod and headed toward the menaces office. I stopped at the large wooden door that read Chief Executive Officer. Why am I nervous? He's my father, I shouldn't be afraid of him. Taking in a deep breath of air, I gave the door a slight knock. Almost immediately, the door opened.

"Alexander, hurry up and come in." Hello to you too father!

I gave him a grim look and stepped in. His office was exactly the way it was the last time I visited, which was two years ago.

I deeply envied his office. It was the only room on the 50th floor that gave you a clear view of New York. His office had the most expensive furniture and even included a small hidden balcony. Instinctively, I walked out to the balcony and took a breath of fresh air.