“This is your fault you know?” Eunice says from the front of the car. “If only you hadn’t wasted so much of my precious time doing something so little we would be at the clinic already,” she says for the third time, beating her palm on the steering wheel.
Looking down at my hands, I bite my lips wondering how this is my fault when it was them two who spent hours at the mall shopping for dresses because Monica insisted she needed something new and then we went back to the house for them to get changed.While I waited, I had fallen face first unto my bed, my mind consumed by thoughts from the mall when I heard Eunice screamed my name. I hurried to her room to see a display of new garments spread on her bed her rage clear on her face. “What is this nonsense?” She snapped, pointing a finger behind her.I had to confess about my fall at the boutique and that we had to bag the purchases for a second time. Fuming, she sent me to mop the living room and vacuumed the rugs until there wasn’t a speck of dirt left behind. The was the largest room in the house, taking up most of the first floor but I’d already gotten used to her punishments by now. Eunice preferred to make me do chores whenever I displease her though we have two servants hired for those. Other times she sends me to my room without dinner. Though I observed she saves her harsher punishments for when dad is absent.
By the time I was done, I went back upstairs to find Monica curling her hair so we had to wait for her to be done before finally leaving for the hospital it took at least another twenty minutes.
“This is a waste of time” Eunice complains once more as she maneuvers through New York’s bustling traffic the diver of the white sedan behind us beeps his horn several times when Eunice makes another illegal turn without indicating.
She is another reason I don’t like being driven, but knowing it would make Dad happier if we arrived together, I opted to come with them.“It's quite late, I don’t think we’ll make it before visiting hours close of the day” Monica whines in the passenger seat slicking her manicured nails to get a better look at them in the light.I look out the window for the rest of the ride, we pull into the parking lot with some minutes to spare, I walk behind them as we are greeted at the reception and get visitor's tags, as this is not a first visit, we already know our way to dads’ room so they don't offer to guide us. The elevator ride was quick and soon were at the ICU. “I’m getting really tired of making this trip, can he just die?” Monica whined. If I was brave, I’d smack her at the back of the head and tell her to shut the heck up.Eunice taps her on the shoulder, her dozen gold bracelets and rings clicking with each movement on her wrist, “Soon my dear” The two of them share a knowing look and giggle. Used to their antics by now I walk around them and open the door to Dad’s private room after knocking.I can never understand how anyone can be so insensitive, and heartless even, since dad was diagnosed with lung cancer three months ago they’ve all but given up on him. But they are all too happy to spend his hard-earned money, shopping away, always wanting to look their best as they are now, as though we were going for a party, and not a visit to the ICU. The sight of him always hits me hard. My father, a proud strong man, reduced to a shell of himself. His eyes blinked open at the sound of the door.He looked pale, his once tanned skin now looked bleached of blood, and the skin around his eyes looked reddish.“Hi Daddy” I say softly.“My girl” he smiles a tired smile. The kind that doesn't reach his eyes and I know what it is, the smile of a warrior at a losing battle.When the tests results came out, Dad did everything he could to fight it, chemo, therapy, a number of them still undergoing research and were conducted under the table, but his body just kept rejecting the treatments, I moved back home and we were determined to meet more doctors, explore foreign treatments, we even met a gypsy who swore to have the cure of cancer in her special tea. And one night, Dad called a meeting. I am tired, he had said.And that was it. He just stopped fighting.I begged him, cried, and spewed threats. But nothing would change his mind.I don’t know if I’m ever going to forgive him for that, giving up.“Thank you all for coming,” Dad says when Monica and Eunice finally make their way into the room.“You know how the smell of hospitals makes me nauseous David” She takes a seat on one of the couches at the far side of the room, crossing her legs at her ankles, her clutch in her lap. Monica ever the mini-me of her mother copies her position. I sit on the chair beside the bed, taking Dad’s hand in mine, my watery eyes hold his and my gaze begs him to fight. I receive another sad smile in response.Dad cleared his throat tiredly, trying for another smile. “As you all know I don’t have much time, every day I lay on this bed I think of the things most important to me, my beloved wife,” he looks at Eunice “My girls” another sad smile at me and Monica who is now on her phone. “I wished I could have had more time, travel together, go on vacations, and be a family you know?” he goes on and I start crying. He can’t be dying.How can he be dying?At fifty-five years of age, he should still be in his prime. But looking at him now he seemed to have aged twenty years in a span of months. “My only regret is that I won’t watch you girls achieve your dreams and be the women I know you can be, like I achieved mine” His fingers tightened around mine, “You, and the company, are my life, my legacy. To see that slip through my fingers is more painful than any cancer, and so my daughters, I ask you to join hands with my associate, keep the company in the family, so that long after I’m gone, I know you will be taken care of” Sniffling silently behind my palm, it’s Eunice who asks “What do you mean? I thought the board agreed to sell, have you found a buyer?” her voice gets higher in excitement. I guess now would be a bad time to say that I don’t care about the company and I just wanted my father to live.Dad’s eyes tighten when he opens them, they look red, “We must keep Morgan blood within the company, you are both beautiful and young, I will not force either of you or ask were it not my last resort, one of you will marry the new owner”As I’m still crying it takes me a second to grasp his last statement. I look at my father.A marriage?“I’m not getting married dad” Monica says with a shocked laugh. “I’m going to be a supermodel like the Hadid sister or Kendal Jenner, I’m not going to ruin my future by marrying so old sleazebag with a pot belly, no way” she laughs once more flipping her chocolate strands over her shoulders.She didn't use to be this bad, when we were little girls, she loved dad when he took us to the park and got us ice cream or toys during his travels, but as time went on, we saw less and less of him as the company took off. I'm not sure if this new attitude toward Dad is a kind of coping mechanism, to detach herself from Dad before he passes so she doesn't miss him much when he's gone. Dad breaks into a fit of coughs, his hands jump to his chest and he leans to his side, I stand up to assist him, ”Careful Dad” I say softly, every nerve-racking cough from his chest twisting my insides and making
“To-day?” I stammered, my eyes wide in disbelief. I’m shaking my head my lips parting and closing. Dumfounded, I try to tell them that I’ve changed my mind just this morning. I don’t agree anymore. “I guess the old man must be in a hurry huh?” Monica comments before slapping a hand over her lips to cover her giggling. "Monica..." her mother chaisted. "Sorry, sorry"I closed my eyes, trying to get my bearings, “Why so soon?” “I don’t make these decisions my dear, but it is not good for the company to remain without leadership, the stocks are wavering it is the main reason they want the new CEO on board effective immediately, I thought you were all aware?” Eunice’s features remained unmoving so I suspect she must know about it to an extent, I don’t know much pertaining to it, only that Dad had to step down, and neither of us can lead a company so never paid it any mind. “What’s with the rush? today?” clearly I’m still hung up on that, “I don’t even know who the man is” the urge to
With a final intake of breath to steel myself, I cross to the door the same time it is pushed open to reveal the same man from earlier, the one who held the car door to receive me and Mr. Alfred this morning, he might have also been the one who drove us here, but I hadn’t been paying attention. He gives me a curt nod before taking a step back and to the said, motioning with his hand for me to walk ahead of him. Don’t tremble, Katy, I think to myself. I say the words again and again that I’m doing this for Dad because he is sick and he asked me to. You can do this Kate. I say once more, flexing my fingers trying not to strangle the banquet of roses I’m holding, willing my knees to hold me up, just keep breathing, I think as we come to a stop in front of what must be the marriage register. The driver walks up and pushes the door open without knocking. With a dip of my chin, I enter. The first thing I realize is that this is a private affair thank God, I dont think I would
We left the courthouse immediately, a black Rolls Royce was waiting out front. The same driver from earlier held the door open for us, I bunch my dress with my sweaty palm, lifting slightly before getting inside as I arrange the train around my legs. The door to the other side opens and the man gets in, closing the door silently. The driver gets in at the front and the car rolls down the curb. I look out the window as the courthouse disappears from view along with Mr. Alfread, he raises a hand to bid us bye, I wonder if he is leaving from here to give Dad the news at the hospital to tell him his precious company is saved. Fingers clasped in my lap. I am numb as the car zips past the streets of New York. Beside me, the man doesn’t say a word to me, his eyes not once moving from the screen on his phone, as he types away, likely conducting business. I wasn't even allowed the courtesy of bringing my own phone as I was rushed out of the house this morning. It’s done. It’s really
I blinked at her, astounded, from what I understood, the arrangement was finalized less than twenty-four hours ago when I agreed to marry Dad’s business partner or was it his son? So as to keep the company within the family, when did they have time to be planning a wedding party? I was beginning to feel overwhelmed, I felt the urge to run into the nearest room with a door, lock it, and have a minute or ten to myself. But with the firm grip the lady had on my hand and all the activities she just mentioned, I doubt I’ll be able to get some personal time today. I didn’t agree to any of this. What was her name again…? “Ms. Patricia-“ I begin. “Oh, Ms. Pat is fine, everyone around here calls me that, I’ll have to introduce you to the rest of the staff but that is Amelia and Emma,” she indicates behind us to the ladies who wave in greeting. I blinked at them, mumbling an awkward little ‘hello’ if they thought I was being rude, I didn’t have the chance to apologize as Ms. Pat kept tal
After a shower where I spent most of the time thinking about how to get out of this mess, no ideas were forthcoming so turn off the water, and dried off with one of the towels, I came out to see a transformed room, a nail tech has set up on one part of the room, the make up artist had her tools laid out by the vanity and fiddling with a ring light, in the middle of it all, Ms. Pat is directing two attendants on where to position yet another rack of dresses, this ones has more dresses in shades of whites and lavender, silk and tulle sweeping the floor. It looked like ten people were to get dressed in here not a single person. “There you are!” Ms. Pat exclaimed immediately she spies me standing at the bathroom door, still clutching the handle. “Why don’t you change into this and they can get started with some facials and then move unto your pedicure? After that we can try out some choices” She moves in front of me, a short cream colored silky robe dangling from her fingers, I accept
“There they are!” The voice is followed by a loud applause the moment we step into the hall. I focus on placing one foot in front of the other, my hands on Ian’s arm. “Wow!” “Congratulations!” “What a pretty couple!” And “Bravo!” Is thrown around. Even a few wolf whistles pierce the air. A camera clicks several times, flashing, as we walk.Who are all these people? Business associates of Ian I suppose. The distinguished-looking men are dressed in suits, the ladies in pretty dresses and diamonds large enough to blind. I am in a state of shock as I take everything. How did he get so many people to come on such short notice? The hall is filled with people. My eyes skim over a champagne tower, on the other side of it is a chocolate fountain. More finger foods and cakes are arranged tastefully on shiny silver trays. And the flowers. Dark red roses so many, lining the aisle we walked through a moment ago and more were arranged in large banquets around the room, the sweet scent filled t
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