I searched for a reaction from him, he didn't give any. He was processing the information. My mind warned me to back off, saying he is not interested. But I don't care, I can't take any more of this burden. I need to let out this to someone who'll understand this and I'm sure Chris is one of them.
I turned to his side and continued in a broken voice, "If you are wondering who Collin is, I think you won't cause everyone in America know his name, Peter Collins, Head of 'Daily New York' magazine. He...he...is...my...father" I swallowed bile before saying that word.
He started that magazine before I was born. Still, he is ruling the media like a king. His worth is not less than any A-list celebrities.
"You may also wonder, why I live in a cheap apartment and own a silly Magazine even though I have a father who owns America like his Playground" I took a breath ensuring I'm safe and closed my eyes. Okay! Here it comes.