The Cunningham's and the Montgomery's have since long been feuding with one another. Dating decades back, the two families separate advertising companies in New York City have been competing to win over the most clients and become the most acclaimed...
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"THAT went swimmingly," my dad said as we exited the meeting room in his office building, making our way down the hall and to his office.
I was beaming because of the meeting I'd gotten to sit in, listening to my dad and his coworkers discuss financial stability and business strategy. They discussed new clients coming into the business and a list of possible clients for the next 6 months. It was amazing. It was bliss to me. I knew Will was at home probably grateful out of his mind that he didn't have to come to the meetings with us.
We walked into my dad's office, which I'd always been jealous of. It was all open to the rest of the building with glass walls and windows lining the outside to peer out at downtown New York. He had his large desk towards the back of the room with his chair and 2 others on the opposite side, and then there were 2 modern white sofas with a coffee table in between them. Off to the side was a bar with a coffee machine, minifridge, and a plethora of snacks.
I walked over and started to pour myself a cup of coffee while my dad went to sit down at his desk, opening up his laptop.
"Hey, Dad?" I said.
"Yes?"
"Were you mad about the Langford's?" I asked.
I only pried because it seemed that my mother was always angrier about anything the Montgomery's did than my dad ever was. And at the meeting when the Langford's were mentioned, he didn't necessarily say anything about the matter. He brushed it off as if nothing happened in the first place.
I saw him shrug while I stirred sugar into one of the to-go coffee cups.
"I'm not particularly angry about the situation. Perhaps a bit confused as to how the Montgomery's even knew of the Langford's wanting to sign a contract with us. But it's not going to set us back much," he explained.
"Do you have any idea how the Montgomery's knew of the Langfords?" I asked, sitting down on one of the couches.
"Perhaps the Langford's had their own agenda and wanted a better offer before accepting mine. I'm not too sure. Your mother really seems to think that young Theodore Montgomery showed up at our party," my dad said, sighing heavily. "It does seem sometimes that she loses her mind a bit."
I didn't know why I felt the need to push, but I did regardless. "Was it weird when mother told you that she thought she saw Theodore Montgomery III? I thought neither of you cared enough to pry into their lives."
"I thought so, too. Turns out your mother often times has her own agenda, as well," my dad said, typing quietly on his computer. "Besides, there's no way Theodore Montgomery III was there unless he was invited, which would not happen on our account, as you know."
"Can I ask one more question?"
My dad looked up from his laptop and motioned for me to go ahead.
