Page 227 of Damaged Mogul
“She’s a handful.”
“I see.” I nod. “I have to sacrifice myself, but your sons don’t?”
“They’re—”
“I’m seeing someone.”
The evil smile stretching his lips should come as a warning. “And who is that?”
I lift a defiant chin. “Gage Hollingsworth.”
“He lives on the other side of the country.”
“He has an office here.”
“Los Angeles is his home. Not New York. A week here and there doesn’t make for much of a relationship.”
“I’m going to film school next year. Speaking of which, I plan on getting a job in PRin LA, so I can cut my teeth sooner rather than later.”
He levels me with a glare that could freeze an iceberg.
I soldier on. “The more experience I have under my belt, the better I’ll be at my job. And that will benefit Chandler.”
I sit straighter, my glare matching his.
“There’s been a change of plan.” He plays with his cufflinks. “You’re no longer attending film school in LA.”
“You’ve been campaigning hard, citing Los Angeles has the best film schools in the world. ‘It would be a waste of time to consider any other option’.” I throw his words back at him.
“I’ve reconsidered. The New York Film Academy is more than suitable. No need to go across the country.”
Wh—what?
My molars grind together as my hands fist. “I had my heart set on LA?—”
“On LA or on being in the samecity as Gage?”
“Both.”
We enter a Mexican standoff for several beats.
“You may hate me now, but you’ll thank me in the long run.”
That sounded Greek to me.
I’m about to say as much, but he pulls his phone out of his suit jacket and checks it.
I let out of frustrated sigh.
He meets my gaze. “You’re willing to give up your life and move across the country for a man you know nothing about.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Did you know Gage is in love with another woman?”
The pain is as sharp as being stabbed in the heart with an ice pick.
“In fact, Gage and his girlfriend were spotted hand in hand entering Van Nuys Airport a couple days ago.” My father continues his torture.
