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Julian just left and I'm finishing off my phone call with Hugo's partner. This deal with Colombia is kicking my ass lately and I just feel like giving up and saying fuck you to them but I can't, we're so close and after all this work it'd be a waste to give up now.
I exhale loudly and rub the back of my neck. I heard Millie walking around the house a few minutes ago and I'm feeling uneasy about tonight because I want to talk to her about her mom. She's probably going to be pissed that I looked into her past but there will be a lot of things that will bother her about me that are much more serious than this.
I stand up from my black leather chair, push it in, and check to see if she's in my bedroom.
She's sitting on the bed in all-black tight clothing, cross-legged, and doing something on her phone.
"You wanna go now?" I ask her and she turns to me startled.
"Oh hey, yeah," she says and hops off the bed grabbing a thin zip-up hoodie from off her lap.
We walk into the kitchen and I open a drawer, pulling out a pre-rolled joint and placing it in the top of my ear.
Millie follows my lead while we make our down to the ground level and outside.
Fuck, Nicoletta, a business partner, and Adria's sidekick is out here on the phone, and watching Millie and me intently.
Ugh, I'm going to have to deal with Adria sooner than I thought after this run-in.
Millie looks uncomfortable right now so I try to walk a little quicker to spare her the discomfort.
We make it to the beach just a minute later, we sit on the sand watching the waves crash against the shore. We sit with our hands behind us and our knees bent in front.
"It's so beautiful and peaceful," Millie says staring out at the ocean.
"Yeah.." I reply.
It really is beautiful out here on the beach and most of the time I just take it for granted because I'm too busy doing other things. When I was younger or even in my early twenties, I would come out here all the time, and then as I got older it turned into partying out here, things changed when I took over the business though, free time became pretty limited.
"How was work today?" Millie asks still looking out at the blue water.
I pull the joint from my ear and light it up. "I don't really want to talk about that," I say dryly.
"Are you mad at me?" she asks and it makes me feel like shit now.
I look at her "No Millie, I just have a lot on my mind today." I say flicking sand particles through my fingers with one hand and inhaling my joint with the other.
"Okay," she says quietly, wrapping her arms around her knees.
We stay quiet for at least five minutes just watching the sun slowly start to set for the day when she stands up, dusts off the sand from her clothing, and says "I'm going to head in, I'll just be in the common kitchen area."
I'm fully aware that she senses my shifted mood. I don't look at her, I keep my same position looking out at the water, when she takes a step away I put out my joint and say,
"Hey Millie? What does June 22nd mean to you?"