JASON“Tell me what it really was like, working for my father.” I asked, leaning back so I was resting on a stack of pillows, with Elena straddling me. When my mother had asked that question, I had felt like a weight had settled over my shoulders. Elena pulled away, just enough so she was now staring at me, with her hands wrapped around my neck while her fingers were in my hair.“I already answered that question..” she said with a small laugh, looking genuinely confused at me and my question.I nodded. “Vaguely. I want to know how it was working with him. I never got the chance to do so before he passed.” I told her, turning my gaze away from her.I knew she was frowning at me and my words but I didn’t look at her. I mean, I didn’t want her to see through me.“Well, he wasn’t exactly very open, and liked to take his job very seriously. I mean, working around him wasn’t tiring, but I can say I did learn a lot from him in our really short tine together.” She said.“Elena, I grew up wit
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