Serena Mclane's P.O.V

"What?"Is all I manage to get out as I sit there in my seat.My fidgeting hands come to a halt as I now fist my t-shirt in a tight grip.My mind is completely blank at the moment.

I can't seem to be able to process his words.

"Dad" I finally manage to get out,

"You can't mean that, you wouldn't.I whisper as I look at him for confirmation.I want him to just start laughing, and then hug me and say it's all a big joke, that the entire ordeal was just that"

 A big joke.

But no, of course not.My father never jokes, not with me at least.

"You know I don't like repeating myself"

My father says sternly as he looks at me.

Even though we're sitting face to face, it's as if he's looking down at me.

As if he's judging me, finding all my faults and insecurities and displaying them right in front of me.

Taunting me with everything.

"B-but the business, father.You-I- you wanted me to take over the family business but I-.How?" I ask, finally giving up.

I barely have the ability to speak.

The shock potent in my words.

"I told you, I do not repeat myself"

He says standing up now, having to actually repeat himself.

"Well you're going to have to this time Dad!"

I exclaim as I now too stand up.

The anger is as clear as day in his eyes as is in mine.

It's like fire against ice.

Unfortunately for me, I'm melting and can't do anything about it.

"Roger!"

My mother says as she too slips into the study with my sister in tow.

Just then everything dawns on me.

They knew.

Both of them knew and neither of them had the decency to tell me.

I could have at least been prepared.

"Samantha please"

Almost immediately my mother silences herself but still walks up to my father.

I glance at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to reason with him.

She is my mother.

to do

would never agree

But she remains silent.

I pause as I take

have to

only rile my father up more and then there

At all.

have to marry someone? Someone

enough practical knowledge in regards to the business industry: "That's it? That's why you're

I ask in bewilderment.

nods his head in acknowledgement but

you can show me.Why do I need an outsider to show me these things? I

me asking for his help in

far more than

father to rely upon? "I have

babysit you and show you the ropes.’ My heart breaks at his

maybe, just maybe, he'd be there for

agree to do everything he wants me to,

the

seem to

friend of mine.His son, Damien, is a very respectable young man and is well known in the industry.Damien will show you the ropes and he will be a

in complete and utter

it?

to open

have to say something,

up! However instead of rattling off into a motivating speech of human rights and self independence, a hand settles onto my

and all I feel like doing is

encouragingly and

father nor my mother and so I let my sister drag me to wherever she is leading

consumed in my thoughts and own self belittlement, it takes a while for me to realise I'm standing in front of my own

Sarah whispers as she

voice makes me snap out of the little

the bed, wrapping

so low I barely hear

over to where I'm sitting and kneels down

"I knew."

She says.

snap to meet hers,

in them as well as

makes

adds fuel to the

you

I ask sharply.

back, stunned at my

hisses back-equally as sharp— but then composes herself

tell you but at the same time I couldn't.You

plead

than you

witnesses the side

can't do

I say forcefully.

one person of my strong will then maybe I can convince

stressed because of work.He'll never

trying to relax me and make me calm

what she's saying is far

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