Chapter 55

Ethan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, yet to restart the engine and move off. Richard appeared willing to talk so Ethan sat quiet, staring out the front, the smell of pine still on his clothes.

“We don’t need the company. I don’t need to work. My mother no longer needs the stress, not as she ever had much to do with the business when my father was alive. Her interest is all down on paper, not inactions or decision making. We can sell the company and all live in comfort for the rest of our lives. Makes for rather unproductive lives in too many ways. I couldn’t stomach it so I must do something withmy life, but marketing isn’t the kind of business I want to be involved in.”

All this talk of how much money the Gardeners’ had made Ethan grit his teeth. Richard’s attitude didn’t strike him as boastful, but…all the wealth, and no help for his father. Ethan closed his eyes. “What would you want to do?”

“If I were shot of the company, I could find my way.”