Chapter 110
Timothy stood in the bustling gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his body to the limit.
The rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, the ng of weights, and the hum of
conversation filled the air. It was his sanctuary, a ce where he could escape the chaos of his life
and focus on his own strength and determination.
Amidst the rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, his phone suddenly vibrated in his gym
bag. Timothy paused, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, as he fished out his phone and saw
his father’s name shing on the screen.
It was unusual for his father to call him. The silence between them was preferable, especially today
of all days. He needed to release tension, and his father caused the opposite effect.
Heaving a sigh, Timothy swiped the screen to answer the call, his voice strained. from exertion.
“Dad?” Timothy greeted, his breath heavy,
“Timothy, it’s time we had a discussion,” came Kamran Hayes‘ firm and measured voice from the
other end of the line. “I need you toe to my office.”
Timothy’s brow furrowed in confusion. His father had always been distant, more preupied with
his own business than with family matters. However, Timothy hadn’t expected his old man to
actually develop a business in the years he’d distanced himself from the family.
Even more unusual was the notion of a “discussion” with his father, the master of evasion.
“Why?” Timothy asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. “What’s this all about?”
Kamran’s voice remainedposed. I’ll exin when you get here. It’s important.”
Timothy sighed, looking around at the plethora of moving bodies around him. The activity was
dizzying. Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Ending the call, Timothy continued his workout, a sense of unease gnawing at him. His father’s
sudden summons was perplexing. Moreover, he couldn’tprehend
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what handnded the man in an office of his own.
The Hayes patriarch had always operated from home, asionally fishing for get rich quick
schemes along the way, usually at the family’s detriment. He had seemed well–adjusted when his
mother first met him, but the illusion fell rather quickly just months into their marriage. That alone
dwindled any trust Timothy had in him.
After a cold shower, Timothy made his way to his father’s office building, Fitzgerald and Co. The
sleek, modern exterior of the building spoke of wealth and influence, that of which his own step–
father had obtained, and Timothy couldn’t help but feel out of ce as he entered. He wasn’t
exactly living a humble life himself, the corporate setting of it all let alien to him.
He walked to the front desk and was greeted by the smiling face of receptionist in a pristine white
suit. He returned the smile and leaned on the counter.
“Hi, I have a meeting with Kamran Hayes. I’m his son, Timothy,” he exined. He waited, but the
woman didn’t budge.
“Of course! Everyone knows you!” she said chipperly. “Your father’s office is on the top floor. Head
on up!”
With a nod and a soft “thank you“. Timothy took the elevator to the top floor. The floor–to–ceiling
ss windows offered panoramic views of the city. The bright blue skies merely alluded to a nice
day, one that Kamran would single handedly soil.
As he approached the office door. Timothy couldn’t help but wonder what awaited him on the other
side.
With a light knock, Timothy pushed his way into the room. Kamran sat behind his polished
mahogany desk, a pristine symbol of power and authority. The room was decorated with tasteful
opulence, and Timothy couldn’t help but feel like an intruder.
Kamran looked up as his son entered, his expression unreadable. Timothy.”
“Dad.” Timothy replied, taking a seat in front of the imposing desk.
The air seemed to grow heavy with tension as Kamran regarded his son. Tve be increasingly
concerned about the media attention you’ve been receivingtely.”
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Timothy raised an eyebrow, perplexed by his father’s sudden interest in his life. “What media
attention? It’s just sports coverage.”
“Just sports coverage?” Kamran pressed, his eyes darkening. “Do sports channels usually cover
romance as well?”
Just as Timothy opened his mouth to retort, the office door swung open, and Ste Fitzgerald
waltzed in with an air of self–satisfaction. She was impably dressed, her fiery red hair cascading
elegantly over her shoulders. Timothy took several steps backward.
“Hello, Timothy,” Ste greeted with an affected sweetness that made Timothy’s skin crawl.
Timothy’s confusion deepened, and he turned his attention back to his father, searching for
answers. “Why is Ste here? What’s going on?”
Kamran folded his hands together, his face stoic. “Timothy, I’ve heard rumors about your
involvement with that ‘Evie‘ girl, and I’ve grown ufortable with it.”
Timothy’s eyes narrowed, his irritation growing. “Evie? She was mywyer, so she was just helping
me out with my case-”
Ste interjected with a sly smile. “Well, Timothy, you don’t have a case anymore. Why are you two
still involved with each other?”
Timothy rolled his eyes. “We became friends. That’s not a crime, is it?”
Kamran’s voice took on a sharper edge. “Why are you making light of this? This bachelor lifestyle
that you’ve been unting around like it’s perfectly eptable?”
Timothy jerked back his head. He wouldn’t call it a bachelor lifestyle, especially since he never
wound up in bed with them at any point. Every woman that showed up by his side never lit a fire in
him, not the way Evie had.
“And why on Earth would you choose to be a hockey yer? Is it because you get more
female attention that way? Why couldn’t you be more like Andy?”
The mention of Andy, Kamran’s biological son and Timothy’s step–brother, hit a nerve. It was a sore
point in their rtionship, a constant source of tension. Timothy had always felt like an outsider in
his own family, and his passion for hockey had only deepened the divide.
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Timothy folded his hands in hisp and looked to the side. He heard it all before. “I’m not Andy,
Dad,” he said boredly. “I’m not interested in your business ns for me. Also, Evie is not a fling.”
Ste’s satisfied grin faltered, and Kamran’s expression remained imcable, but Timothy had
made his stance clear. Of course, Kamran never made it easy.
Kamran finally spoke, his voice cold and calcting. “Timothy, I’ve decided to work with Ste’s
father. There might be opportunities for you in his real estate
ventures.”
Ste chimed in, her voice dripping with condescension. “My father has recently transitioned into
real estate investing, you know, since he lost hisst job. Perhaps there’s a way for your father to
work with him, too.”
Timothy quirked an eyebrow. “That doesn’t exin why you’re here, Ste.”
She sighed, crossing her legs as she leaned against Kamran’s desk. “Well,” she began, “We will
likely be seeing each other more often, so I figured we could start over?”
“Start over?” Timothy stood slowly, a grin spreading across his lips. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in
whatever deal this is, particrly with you two,” Timothy replied.
As he turned to leave, he looked over his shoulder, seeing only their neutral expressions. “And I’ve
made a name for myself without your help.”
With that, he turned and walked toward the door, purposefully avoiding Ste’s re on the way.
Just before leaving, he stopped at the threshold and said. flippantly over his shoulder, “Have a
pleasant life.”
As he descended the elevator, his mind was filled with a greater sense of fear rather than
confidence. He had the money and means to not let his family’s expectations. define his future
anymore, but that didn’t shake away his memories of the past. Saying
ng no to his father had a different effect now.
His father’s bad side was thest ce he needed to be.
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