The Billionaire

Andrew

“Have them run the numbers again,” I said, leaning back in my office chair and stretching my cramped legs. “Oh, and move that lunch meeting with Greg DuBois tomorrow from twelve to one.”

On the other side of the line, Maggie hesitated. “Sir, Mr. DuBois is very busy. He—”

“If he wants a deal, he’ll make time.”

“Yes, Mr. Marx,” my assistant agreed. “Anything else?”

“That’s all for now. See you in the morning.”

“Have a good night, sir.”

She waited for me to hang up first, something both of my full-time assistants had been groomed to do. With my home office silent once more, I got back to work on my computer, pulling up the files I’d been perusing.

After reading two words, though, there was a knock on the closed door.

“Uh-huh?” I called.

Karen opened the door halfway and peeked in, an apologetic smile on her face. “Sorry, Mr. Marx. I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were working.”

“It’s fine.”

I was always working. Even in my sleep, I ran numbers and shook hands. Being CEO of the top investment company in the country wasn’t a job that you left at the office. It was a lifestyle that flowed in your blood. The drive to create and build was innate. You were born with it, or you weren’t.

“I just found this in the laundry.” Karen finally entered the room, showing me the crumpled, yellow piece of paper in her hand. I reached across the table to accept it.

“It’s dated from Friday,” Karen explained.

My jaw clenched as I read the short note. “Right.”

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Yelling would do no good, but shit, did I want to shout right then and there.

“Where is Raven?”

“She’s in her bedroom.”

“Send her down her before you go.”

“Yes, sir. Good night.”

“Good night, Karen.”

The housekeeper slipped out as quietly as she had entered, and I sat in my chair, my fingers clenching. Maybe there was something to those stupid stress balls after all. I was ready to squeeze the living hell out of something.

A couple minutes passed, and Raven didn’t come down to my office. My anger spiked, causing me to get up and pace around the room.

Five minutes.

Another knock.

“She won’t come out of her room,” Karen explained.

“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. Leaving the bottom-floor office, I stomped upstairs. The music coming from my daughter’s room could be heard from the hall.

“Raven!” I raised my fist, ready to pound on the door, but it flew open in front of my hand.

“What?” she nonchalantly asked, hand on her hip and towel slung over her shoulder. Judging from the one-piece bathing suit she had on, she was about to take a dip in the indoor pool.

“What’s this?” I held out the note from her high-school principal.

A brief look of surprise flashed across her face, but then she quickly masked it, features becoming flat once more. “Do you need me to read it for you or something?”

Normally, I’d have given her an earful for such back talk, but at that moment there was a bigger fish to fry.

“This is the third time you’ve gotten in trouble since your senior year started, and it’s only September. According to this note, you threatened another student. On Friday. So why is my housekeeper finding this note in your laundry on Sunday night?”

“Wow, so much for female camaraderie.” Raven’s eyes rolled. “Is this what you’re paying Karen for? To be a bitch and rat me out?”

Not looking for a response, she pushed past me and headed down the hall. I stayed hot on her heels. This shit had been going on for at least the last year. Acting out at school. Not turning in assignments. Being moody and distant at home. The worst part was that Raven couldn’t explain her behavior.

“You know this isn’t about Karen. Don’t try to shift your personal responsibility onto her. All she does is take care of you. You should feel lucky she cares so much.”

“Yeah, Dad, okay,” she sarcastically answered as we both clomped down the stairs. “Thanks for that. You sound like a broken record. You know that, right?”

If there wasn’t already steam coming out of my nose, there had to be at that point. I’d tried yelling before, though. Just like everyone said, it wasn’t the best parenting tactic.

I’d also given her space. Not that I hadn’t been doing that before.

So what the fuck else was I supposed to do?

Raven whipped the door to the pool open and then made a move to shut it in my face. I quickly grabbed it, though, stepping into the heated room right behind her.

“What is it you need, Raven? You have everything already.”

Dropping her towel on a chair, she kept her back to me and pulled on goggles.

“You’re beautiful and smart. You can have and be anything you want in life, but not if you keep acting this way. The only person you’re hurting is—”

She dove into the water, the splash cutting me off. Her form moved below the surface, effortlessly gliding all the way to the opposite end of the pool. On the other side of the glass walls, the yard sat dark. Beyond that, Seattle’s city lights twinkled.

My whole life, I’d worked to give Raven everything she would ever need, but I hadn’t been blind about my gifts either. Growing up in a working-class family taught me the value of accountability, of learning how to take care of myself.

So though Raven lived in a big house and didn’t want for anything physically speaking, I’d also consciously put her in public school rather than in private. And no thousand-dollar smartphone, or whatever shit it was she wanted next. Kids didn’t need that stuff.

So where had I gone wrong?

I didn’t know, but I needed answers right away. I’d already wasted enough time with this pointless dance. I still had two more calls to make before the end of the night and a briefing to go over for the next morning’s meeting.

Just as Raven emerged from the water, I went to the wall and killed the lights. Darkness enveloped the pool room.

It was time to teach my daughter a lesson.