iated with you- is an idea for a man in my position. Think about it, Mr. Ethan. She'd have it all: rich

knew how much she adored her boyfriend, Jason. They had plans and dreams of beginning a life together. And pres

n stammered in a scarcely capable-of-being-heard voic

, you're free to say no." He waved his hand pretentiously. "At this point, proceeding with your debt is sure. It looks like you do no

demolished. Everything he had worked for would disintegrate sometime recently in his eyes. His daughter'

as if the world's weight had lifted onto his should

" Mr. Ethan said unobtrusively, his

me recently. "Great," he said essentially. "You'll see, Mr

cussion. He was considering how he seemed to ask his girl to giv

ilt up like an iron block in his chest. Presently, he'd made that bargain with

ce as delicate and cold as ice. "You would need

handle, gestured once, and left the office. The entr

Mr. Ethan's intellect broke his walk, making his shoulders list beneath its weight. It

obligation developed quicker than he might reimburse. He attempted everything from borrowing to thriftiness, but nothing made a difference. The Real Estate

race, was indoors and couldn't understand what would happen to her if he told her. He didn'

oorboards, which quickly woke him from his daze. The hush within the house was clear, but the word w

ed in a calm but

voice from the kitchen. Mr. Ethan noti

s around her face. Her eyes, which often sh

Mr Ethan inquired, drawing up a chair an

er interview, Father. I didn't get it. "I'm so fucking tired of everything," she said, her outrage and disillusi

ion. She was brilliantly gifted and dedicated, and she deserved way better. The work advertisement was not kind to her. There was nothing more agonizing

ou doesn't have to be pitiful. You're too beautiful to wear a pitiful face," he said, a

just tired that things are not

answered, "By the way, I

cating interest on her face. "Good news

ine. "What if I told you that you might not ha