“Clean those up before you go to sleep. Haley has a very important brand partnership shoot tomorrow morning, and we cannot have the kitchen looking like a slum. You know how sensitive she is to visual clutter.”
In the corner, sitting in a leather wingback chair, Thomas finally looked up from his glowing tablet. He was a man who measured worth entirely in profit margins and networking opportunities. His logistics company was currently bleeding money, a fact he tried to hide behind tailored suits and country club memberships.
“Just do it, Clara,” Thomas muttered, waving his hand dismissively. “And try not to make so much noise. I’m waiting for an email from a pharmaceutical rep.”
I stood frozen, the exhaustion heavy in my marrow. My throat tightened. I dug my raw fingers into the strap of my bag, feeling the stiff edge of the envelope I had carried with me all day. I took a deep, shaky breath and pulled it out. It was a single, gold-embossed envelope containing a VIP guest pass.
“Dad,” I started, my voice barely above a rasp. “My graduation ceremony is this Friday. Because of the security protocols this year, I only get one guest ticket. I was really hoping you would come—”
