Chapter Three

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I entered our suite to find Rupert at the table, finishing up on what looked to be a pancake breakfast. At the sound of my entrance, he looked up, greeted me with a "Good morning", then returned to his food.

"Hey. That looks good."

I sat opposite him, drumming my fingers lightly on the tabletop, waiting for him to start explaining. After finishing breakfast, he stood and motioned me towards the living area while carrying a glass of water with him and sitting on one of the armchairs near a fireplace. I sat on the other while he said,
"Your father should have told this to you himself, but he knows how likely it is that you'll not listen to him without pleading your case, and he'd rather not deal with that now."

I pursed my lips at that and waited for him to continue.

"It's important that you do this, since you're impulsive and not too interested in heading the company, and there couldn't be a better person one could find to do this instead."

"We could always choose someone else. I do want to work, I just don't want all the responsibility."

"That's not the same. Your father knows how you think, which is why after careful consideration and hundreds of meetings, he's been able to come to this decision."

"Meeting? Is it all that's needed to take decisions about my life?"

"It's his life too. An independent, responsible, extremely successful man - capable in every way to take decisions about himself, he's doing this too, willing to take care of you for his entire life."

"He's probably just interested in business."

"He's being kind, by willing to take up something that wasn't his responsibility to begin with. He was given some time to think about this, his father had merely expressed his desire for this to take place, and he's agreed."

"How can I even be a match to such a saint?"

"You have some time, get used to the idea. You'll be happy with the man."

"Who is he?"

"You'll know soon enough."

I had lost all calm by now, my lip curled up in distaste, "What a sick surprise to give to someone."

He smirked, "It's a good one. You just have to get to know him."

"I'm not going home today."

"Take your time. A week, maybe?"

"One week is not enough!"

"Where were you all night?"

I just looked at him, confused by the sudden question. "With a friend," I answered shortly.

"Dilton? I called him, he didn't see you after going to that club."

"I made a new friend!" I said with exasperation.

"You were with a stranger all night? After drinking, I presume?"

"I drank a little."

He simply shook his head at that, how he'd managed to turn this on me was a talent I wanted to learn.

"I'm going to sleep."

I entered my room and plopped headfirst onto the bed, exhausted from the argument. I released a frustrated scream, muffled by the pillow, then turned onto my back to stare at the ceiling. I remembered Winston's invitation for tonight, one I was obviously going to.

I called the help desk, telling them about someone coming for me at 7 and instructing them to call for me.
I drifted off into a deep sleep, only waking up when Rupert shook me, saying it was time for lunch. We ate in considerable silence, making small talk here and there, while I told him about my plans with the new friend.

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