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“A while.” I shrug. “I haven’t had a reason to speak with him.”

Unless it’s business-related, I really don’t talk to him. Not because I don’t want to, it’s more because we have nothing to say to each other. My father wasn’t there when I was little, he was always working. Just as I am now. The relationship we have at work is the only one we have, and I don’t know how to change that. I don’t know how to interact with him outside of work.

“You should call him. Maybe you can play a round of golf together this weekend? We could all go. I could see if Thomas wants to join.”

“You think Thomas will be sober enough on a weekend to swing the club, or hit the ball?”

Our youngest brother is going through a bit of a wild phase. Partying, drinking, and probably getting every sexually transmitted disease he can find. In some ways I envy him, but then I don’t. I can’t imagine how he feels every morning when he wakes up. Then again, he probably gets more ass than a toilet seat.

“Yeah, probably not.” William taps his fingers on his desk.

We both take a sip of the whiskey. I hold the amber liquid in my mouth for a moment before swallowing, letting the alcohol burn down my throat and settle heavy in my empty stomach.

“What about the rest of the team? Everything going well with the project?”

“Great, everything is just great.”

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