No Handouts

Imogene Scott

“I really can’t let Dad lose Scott Luxuries to that witch. I need to do something about it.” I keep muttering to myself as I drive to City Hospital.

Dad said he needed two hundred million dollars, will that even be enough to get the company back? I doubt that. I don’t have that kind of money right now though with the gallery opening and everything. But I can woop something up in a few days.

I just need to talk to Dad first.

I pull up in the parking lot and walk into the hospital. I brace myself and walked towards Dad’s room. I can hear murmurs coming from inside. Does he have a visitor?

I take a deep breath and step in. I’m immediately greeted by that familiar clean, woody scent fills my senses. I stiffen, my eyes locking with Damien as l step closer to Dad’s bed.

“Okay, why the fuck are you here?” I snap, my face red with anger.

Why does he always have to fucking appear everywhere? And why is he even here after I asked him to stay away? Is listening so hard?

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