No One Wants to Be King

Luke

I answered her, but the more questions she asked about the business, the more I could tell they were generic and had been asked of me during interviews in the past. Where was the fire that led her to follow me into the cafe and wait for me every day after work? I was beginning to think this wasn’t about Mother at all.

“What is your relationship like with your father?” she asked.

“It’s fine,” I said, wondering where she was going with the new shift in questioning. “It’s hard to work with a family member, but our distance helps that.”

“Would you consider moving back to Qatar to be around him more?”

I cocked my head to the side. “The only reason I’d want to move back there is if I was to be king.”

Wasn’t that what the goal of her interview was about? She wanted to know more about me succeeding my father but hadn’t asked me directly.

“So, you wouldn’t want to go back there if you decided not to be king?”

I swiped her screen and paused the recording. “Sophia, what’s going on with you?