Requiem For A Lost Love - Part Eight

“I’m sorry Archie. I’m really sorry.” Your mother made me promise her not to tell you anything until you were of age.”

“You can tell me jack, I think I deserve to know.”

“If you’ve read the diary, you already know all about your father by now”

“I can just tell you where he is. Where he lives. I know that’s exactly what you want. You’re my kid. I raised you”

“That’d be enough.”

“First, tell me, what will you do when you meet him? I mean, the guy left you eons ago when you were in her womb and now 18 years later what do you hope to get out of it? There's nothing but only misery left in it for you.”

“That’s not for you to decide. I want answers jack. Nothing else.”

“If that’s what you want, I will not stop you.”

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It took me five hours of commute to get here, where I'm standing right now. Before the gates of Pandora Inc. My father’s company. I never guessed he would be so rich. I knew from the diary that he was the son of a billionaire. But this, this is unearthly. Like those fortunes that you earn by selling your soul to Lucifer Morningstar.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“Hi I’m here to see Mr. Isaac Newman”

“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. But can you tell him, his son is here”

The receptionists instantly showed doubt. Like she was somehow sure that I’m a scammer

“Are you in the right office sir?”

“Yeah, I'm quite sure. Can you let him know please?”

“Wait for a second please”

She was rather murmuring than talking over the phone. It felt like hours after she hanged up.

“Sir, if you may sit over there in the waiting area. Mr. Issac will be with you momentarily.”

At last. It was happening. I am going to meet my biological father. I've dreamed of this happening. And practiced so many times. What to ask. But after the recent revelations, my questions are now so different. I'm not sure if I’d punch him or hug him. Like somehow a veil of violence has been lifted from my eyes and all the other senses. I still can't believe I killed a guy the other day. But I do not feel any remorse.

“Sir, sir”

My thoughts get disrupted. Back in the real world.

“Sir, if you would go out quietly. I don't want to call the security and make a scene”

“What? I don’t understand”

“Hey.”

She shouted

“Id appreciate it if you leave now. Quietly before I call security. Mr. Isaac says he doesn’t have any son. Now, if you'd kindly leave.”

“I don’t understand, I am his son. Tell him I'm Katerina's son. His wife. ”

“Hey, buddy. Your scams wouldn’t work here.”

Said the guy in a uniform. Must be security.

I didn’t imagine a treatment like this. Maybe Jack was right. What did I expect? Red carpet event? He left my mom and she died because of him.

Right then and there, I decided, I'm going to murder him. My second prey. I just didn’t imagine it would be my dad.

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