The words spoken out loud had stung Karen deeply, hitting her right in her chest. Although she always thought her dad never quite looked her way, or praised her accomplishments when she made large wins, this was the first time she had heard him say those words, that he had actually disappointed her.
She knew the risk of what might come if she came here, that this would be his reaction and she didn’t want to hear the rest. She wanted to turn around and go back through the doors where she had come in, but her feet wouldn’t let her. It was as if she had rooted herself in place the moment he spoke. For all of her confidence in business, for all the times she had negotiated contracts and shut down competitors without hesitation, standing in front of her father made her feel small again.
"For the group to do this much to you, they must be rather powerful, they must have made their place in this world somehow." Dennis claimed. "Sure, I have the connections, I have the money to stop it.
"But why would I do that? Do you think this group that is in the position it is today, had just gotten there randomly, do you not think especially in the world they are in, that they don’t face any opposition?"
Karen didn’t know how to answer, she didn’t know what to say that would please her father. There was no easy response. Everything he was saying wasn’t wrong. It just wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She had come here hoping for support, for protection, maybe even for him to show that he cared about what she had built. Instead she was being questioned.
"When I rose to the position to where I am today, I also had the same troubles!" Dennis shouted. "I fought through the opposition I needed to do everything I could to get to where I am.
"There will always be people trying to bring you down, and when I’m gone, if I was to pass on my empire to you, and you were to face the same troubles you have now, who would you go to then?
"You need to face these troubles on your own, surpass the problems you have to prove that you are worthy, the fact that you have come to me, says a lot, that is why I’m disappointed."
His voice echoed in the room, firm and unwavering. He wasn’t angry in a reckless way, he was decisive. To him this was a lesson, something necessary. To her it felt like abandonment.
Dennis had gone back to shift through some papers on his desk, and took a sip of his whisky. The movement was deliberate. It was clear to Karen that the conversation was over. He had made his stance known. There would be no assistance, no hidden influence pulled behind closed doors, no calls made on her behalf.
Karen knew now anything else she said would fall on deaf ears, this was the cue that their meeting was done, what was said was said. She had no choice but to turn around, and head back the way she came. Each step felt heavier than the last. The long hallway out of the office seemed longer than before.
She drove away in her car, continued to drive, she drove across the sea, and continued on with tears falling down her face, as she had no idea what to do, until she eventually stopped, parked up and walked out onto the beach. The night air was cold against her skin, and the sound of the waves crashing did nothing to quiet the storm in her mind.



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