Page 91 of The Problem with Princes
My mouth drops open. “Me, Father? Are you sure? I would think Tyrone is better suited.”
My father’s eyes widen slightly. “Tyrone is impetuous. And while I think his marriage will help that trait in him, I still do not think him right for this position.” He stares at me intently. “No. I want you to take it.”
“What will it entail? Attending meetings now and then?”
He shakes his head. “No. You will work closely with all the security forces, including the military. I have already seen to it that you have an office in the Armed Services Building. We are also moving the Security Council there. Your position will be second only to the Minister of Security.”
What is he saying? That I now have a job? Like an eight to five, everyday kind of job? Why is he acting like I should be pleased with this idea?
“I’m afraid the minister is not what you would call approachable. I’m hoping you will be able to fill that role. That people will feel comfortable speaking with you about security concerns.” He smiles at me. “You have always been good at that, Son.”
I just stare at him. Is this optional? Because I think I’d like to pass.
He gives a firm nod. “Good then. You will report to your office first thing on Monday morning.” His shoulders drop as if he is relieved. “I feel better knowing you are doing this, Barak. Thank you.”
Thank you? Had he even asked? Or had I said I will do it?
He stands up. “Let’s return to the party, shall we? We don’t want the ladies to miss us.” He pats me on the back and then squeezes my shoulder. “I did notice Lady Chloe paying you close attention. Could there be something there, now that you know Miss Kincade’s leanings?”
I bark out a laugh. “Lady Chloe? She is only lowering herself to the brother of the heir, because the heir went and married someone else.”
My father looks at me like he doesn’t understand the problem.
“No, Father. There will not be a connection with Lady Chloe.”
“Very well. Your mother will be disappointed, not about Lady Chloe in particular, only that there is not someone who has turned your head.”
“Now that I have a full-time job, who has time for women?” I grumble.
