“This is between me and my son.”
Luis looked at me.
I said, “I’m good.”
Luis nodded and walked away, though I knew he would stay nearby.
Dad shut the office door.
“You accepted an offer.”
“Yes.”
“You accepted an offer without talking to us.”
“I talked to Mom yesterday.”
“Talking isn’t asking permission.”
“I don’t need permission.”
He slammed both hands on my desk.
“You arrogant son of a bitch.”
My pulse jumped.
But I stayed seated.
“Do not speak to me like that in my workplace.”
“Your workplace?”
He laughed.
“Jesus Christ, Ian. Listen to yourself. You think because you own some restaurants and bought a few buildings, you’re better than everyone.”
“No.”
“You always have.”
“No, Dad.”
“You walk around like you’re the king of the world.”
I stared at him.
“You laughed when Tessa threw a shoe at my pregnant wife.”
