Ch. 7: Disowned

He sat on the chair across from her and looked into her deep blue eyes while asking his questions.

“How old are you?”

“24. You?”

“26. What’s your favorite color?”

“Purple. Yours?

“Blue. Favorite thing to do in your pastime?”

“Read. Give me something more complex. You?”

“Playing golf like an old ass man with my buddies or going to one of the private rooms at the lounge nearby.”

“Interesting. How long have you been in business?”

“Since I was 19. How about you?”

“Same. At the time, my dad told me that I would take over Jackson Industries. It’s the one thing I wanted more than anything. For 2 years, it was mine, until Brigette forced her way into the company. After that, it felt like a competition with her. We’re sisters, well half-sisters, but sisters nonetheless. It’s hard not to fight or be in competition with your sister and we’ve been at each other’s throats all our lives. I always got the short end of the stick. Anyway, how has work been for you?

“Well, I only have a younger brothe