"This is my daughter, Remi Renard," dad told him "Sit," he said to me, pointing at the chair next to Tristan. "Yes, yes, we've met. I must say, I'm surprised you let you daughter work a secretary position, Don," Tristan said, twirling his moustache. Dad grunted and sat back in his chair, rotating it from side to side. "Don't get me started. I thought it was a good idea, she convinced me it was."I sat there with my arms crossed. This was a conversation about me but if they didn't feel like my input was necessary, why was I there? "She convinced you?" Tristan asked with a chuckle. "That takes skill in itself.""Tell her that," dad replied. "If I'd known she wanted only wanted to shirk her responsibilities, I'd never had allowed it."I might as well have been invisible. If he didn't care about my input, how could he want me to lead his company? I'd probably just be a figurehead anyway. I loved my father but he could be overbearing at times."So why don't you want to take over?" Tri
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