Micha went inside with hopes of meeting her father awake or in his study. He wasn't there, that was disappointing, she was hoping she could try and persuade him to change his mind. She's tried that 58 times, yeah she's counted it.
All she wanted was to lead his conglomerate because she believed she got the skills, power and knowledge.
The first child of her father, Dinah, couldn't lead the company she was too good and calm. Franklin was very talented in art and that's his comfort zone, he had no interest in the family business and made that very clear.
But it seems her father would make anyone lead the company aside from her. She's never understood why her father, won't allow her to lead the family company. She was tired of trying to impress her old man, but still wanted that position than anything else in the world. She walked towards her room in frustration. She sat on the bed for an hour or more, sincerely she had worked twice what she usually does to keep stuff afloat in the company, Dinah wasn't around, so she had to cover her work too. And she couldn't possibly say no to her very supportive and caring sister...
Her body was resting and so was her mind. She felt cool like she was standing under a cold shower..... She was standing under a cold shower, she really didn't know how she got to the bathroom but she was and she was still in her office clothing. She sighed and took off her very expensive black dress, still standing under the shower with her bra and underwear on. She was lost in thoughts again. Now she was thinking about that purse, and she was reminded of all the bittersweet memories it brought.
She was just 13 when she meet Jones in high school and he seemed very visionary and talented, she liked that. Day after day as they hang out and spoke about decisions, plans and life she seemed to like him more. He had this look he used to give her that made her feel vulnerable, like in that state he could control her to rob a bank with a pen as a weapon, and she'll do it. He had good grades, was from a wealthy family and was always in control. Maybe she learnt that from him. For her 17th birthday, he planned something simple yet very sophisticated; he brought her out to dinner with his and her family at her favourite restaurant. The best in the country, getting a reservation there was almost too impossible, cause it's always booked. But Jones, did, that 19-year-old tycoon. I never really liked a purse I told him many times, but he still gifted me one, an expensive one, just my colour black.....
It was custom made. Jones, such a show-off...He told me "keep a picture of both of us in there, so when we're away from each we'll still be the closest humans beings on the planet". For a moment there he sounded normal and chessy. Jones, couldn't be less of Jones, he had to add... "So any punk who tries to mess with you sees my photo and walked away". We laughed hard that night. It was fun. That was one of my happy memories, even though he forced me to use a purse. Hahaha
She laid her head on the pillow and mouthed I miss you, my old friend, as she close her eyes and slept......