Chapter42

#Chapter42

AXEL

Six years ago

The restaurant was easy to find. Made of glass and brick it overlooked the harbor and boasted the freshest seafood the East Coast offered—with prices to match.

It wasn't my kind place. I was more at home in a burgers and fries' establishment. I dressed for the occasion in dark gray dress pants, a light-blue Oxford, and thousand-dollar shoes imported from Italy.

Dad was already there. Seated in a quiet alcove away from curious stares and the hum of other patrons, he sipped his wine while he waited for me. He was in the uniform of the ultra-wealthy with a dark blue jacket white shirt and black dress pants. Dad stood as I approached, sticking out his hand.