*Lucien*
My mother and I were still not on good terms, and it worsened when she realized I blacklisted Genevive. She ended up making me remove the kiss of career death, and she maintained her distance. She was disappointed in me, to say the list. She was shocked that I could be so cold to do such to a woman I once claimed to love.
It took my mum a year and half to find out had been stealing from my company. It was not just one person, but three. I made sure that they were all imprisoned, and the kiss of career death was upon them. My mother gave me the 'I told you so' look, and I was ashamed. It had been over a year, and I was not sure how to approach Genevive, so I decided not to at all, but it did not work.
I went to her former apartment and realized that she had gone over a month ago. I sucked in a breath and decided to let her be since it had been over a year. My mum on the other did not let it be, which was how she found the company Genevive was working at and tricked me.
Even though it had been over four years, she still made sure I found Genevive.
To say I was surprised to see Genevive was an understatement. I was shocked, and angry at my mother. I knew she felt she had won, and I also knew I could not back out of this project so, I had to work with Genevive. She looked more beautiful than ever. She had added a little weight in the best places, and I was happy she was doing okay even though I almost ruined her.
I felt a pang on my chest, and after the meeting I knew I had to talk to her. When she finally opened the door to hear me out, I noticed how angry and agitated she felt. Even the apology I said was probably the worst apology in the world. I knew that had my mother heard such an outrageous apology from me, she would probably have slapped me. When she declined my date, I wondered if she had a husband, but I saw her bare fingers and realize she did not. Maybe, she had a boyfriend. I felt odd at that idea and discarded that thought. She could be with whoever she wanted if she wanted to.
I was no longer with her due to my foolishness and stupidity, and I will pay the price for the rest of my life. When I notice that she is not too keen on being around me, I finally leave the office after our far from settled past, and I wonder why she was uneasy and scared. I understand why she was angry at me, but she was quite nervous to be around me almost as if she was hiding something.
I blame her reaction on the nerves and go back home. Immediately I am in my hotel room, I call my mum. She picks on the third call, and asks, "What is it?"
I glare as if she is in front of me, and I say, "You insisted on this company because of her, right?"
"No comment," my mother says.
My eye twitches. "You do know no comment means I am correct right?"
"And so?" my mother asks. "You left over a year ago because you are too scared to face after your foolish rashness. So, you would rather not apologize at all, when you decided to be a fool?"
I hear her exhale. "Are you really my son?" she asks in shock. "Because if you really were, you would have apologized. You would have never acted rashly without concrete evidence. You would have gone forward and tried to make things better between you too. You should have at least ensured there was no bad blood. You should have apologized, and whether she forgives you or not, is her choice."
I run my hand through my hair because my mother is right. I should have apologized a long time ago. My mother finally ends the call, and I put my head in my hands thinking about what I will do now. One thing is for sure though, I would try to make Genevive forgive me.
I almost ruined her life, and probably made her experience the worst day of her life. I needed her forgiveness, and I was going to get it. I was going to work for it. She deserved all the love and attention in the world, and I was going to work for it. I was going to grovel just so she could forgive me even though I did not deserve her forgiveness.
I am not shocked when I see a message from my mum threatening me that if I don't find a way to make Genevive forgive me, she will sell her shares to the company, and they will not be sold to me. Knowing my mother, I am 100 percent sure she is not bluffing. I reread my mother's message and laugh out like a mania even though my mother is serious, and nothing about this situation is funny.
I went to our new branch, and smile at how it is going. I don't know how long I will have to stay here, but I want this branch to be up and running before I leave it to someone else. I talk to the interior decorator, and tell her all about my plans, and she notes that down, and promises to work with all I have given her. From the little she has done; I can tell that she is a professional. I spend a few hours in our new branch until I go back to my hotel room.