Father, Please.
This morning when Fredrick was making a fuss over me, with the make up artists, and making me memorize my speech, I had said I wasn’t nervous, and shame on him and his law career for believing me.
When I get to the podium, I stared hard at the distinguished crowd, investors, clients, future clients, people who were once loyal to my parents, they were my people now. This was the most gigantic fuck you I could have ever said to them, and it was Aryan who made me do this, so I start my speech, and add something that wasn’t there, I add a thank you to the guardian angel my parents must have sent, and the crowd lapped it up, after all, I was still a grieving girl.
“That was you by the way, my gu