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« I don’t care about that woman at all, » I said, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. « I haven’t lost anything. On the contrary… I’ve just realized how much you loved me. »
A young man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
A young man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
« We’re as close as iron, Dad. It will always be you and me. »
We sat together at the kitchen table, eating in silence.
It turned out that Jessica wasn’t finished.
The next day, she showed up at my office with a lawyer. They didn’t even make an appointment; they just walked through the reception area as if the place belonged to them.
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
« A woman named Jessica and a man in a suit are here for you. It’s urgent, apparently. »
I got up. I wasn’t nervous, not anymore. I was tired. And I was fed up with letting her try to rewrite my story.
When I entered the conference room, Jessica turned around, smiling as if she was about to present something to me.
« I want to speak to Dylan alone, » she told my assistant.
A lawyer wearing a navy blue suit | Source: Midjourney
A lawyer wearing a navy blue suit | Source: Midjourney
I glanced at his lawyer, a man in his fifties with perfect teeth, an expensive navy suit, and the expression of someone who charges $800 an hour to pretend he’s above it all.
« If you have a lawyer, then I have mine, » I said simply, gesturing for Maya to come in.
I sat down opposite them. Maya took the seat to my left. She didn’t need to say anything. Her mere presence spoke volumes.
« I’m your mother, » Jessica said, opening her arms as if we were about to kiss. « That must mean something, Dylan. »
A young man with his arms crossed | Source: Midjourney
A young man with his arms crossed | Source: Midjourney
“That’s not the case,” I replied. “I’ve been curious about you my whole life, Jessica. I’ve asked myself a thousand questions. I’ve had so many daydreams where you showed up at our front door, eager to meet me. But in just one visit, you showed me how wicked you were. You were ready to tear me away from the only relative I know. And for what? To get a concession in my company?”
« Dylan… » she said, looking me in the eyes.
I took a simple sheet of paper out of my folder and slid it onto the table.
« You want to talk, Jessica? Here you go. That’s all you’re entitled to. You left when I was a newborn. You were gone for over twenty years. My father, Greg , is my parent. And the rest? » I tap the table. « This business. This life. This identity… You don’t have a right to it… and neither do I. »