Though if I had to choose, I’d rather her be here when he is. She can be extra nasty when my uncle isn't around. I’m also thankful that was all she had to say this morning. When I hear her heels click across the floor I let out a happy sigh that she’s gone. I don’t respond to her and go back to staring at my plate. I used to hate that but now I wish I could go back to it. My father barely shared meals with me, so I was used to eating alone. I don’t know why he’s so set on eating together. On rare lucky occasions I get out of dinners, but I think it’s because he has a date or is working late.

I don’t want to have breakfast with him, but he makes me, along with dinner, too. He doesn't have time to have breakfast with you every morning. Sasha makes an annoyed sound at my response. Both were competitive-so much so that my Uncle Harry moved across the country so that he and my father would never come face to face in a courtroom. I never saw my uncle before my father died because they didn't much care for each other. The same could not be said about my Uncle Harry. They’re both the same except my father never made me feel uneasy around him. I would swear they were twins if I didn't know better. He’s my father’s brother after all, and they’re more alike than I thought they would be. I have to wait for my uncle to come to the table, but like always he’s late.

I’m supposed to wait, I remind her, but she already knows it. He keeps that behind closed doors so that no one knows she’s his dirty secret. Though from the sounds I’ve heard when the two of them are alone, I don’t think she’s just his assistant. Someone might mistake her for a model and not my uncle’s assistant. Sasha’s got long legs she’s always showing off in short skirts and her hair and makeup are flawless. I don’t understand how she can be so pretty on the outside but mean on the inside. I try and stay out of her way, but I swear she seeks me out only to poke at me. You would think I’ve done something to her, but I’ve barely said a handful of words to the woman, and those were only in attempt to be nice. Her hands rest on her trim waist as her bright blue eyes stare hard at me. From the moment I crossed the threshold into this home it’s been that way.

She puts me on edge, but everything about being here puts me on edge. I’ve tried being nice, but it never works. The woman can’t stand me and I have no idea why. She stares at me with that same sour face she’s had from the moment she met me. It’s been five minutes and I still have my hands folded in my lap.Īre you going to eat? she snaps at me, and I look up from the scrambled eggs and bacon to her. Isit at the dining room table staring at the plate of breakfast Sasha threw down in front of me.

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