Jay
"You won't be saying anything today. Do you understand?" My father explains.
Of course not. Today isn't about me. The true heir to the throne has returned. I can't upstage him. Not that I fucking want to. I don't want to be on the stage at all.
"I understand," I say.
My father rolls his eyes at me as if I did something unsightly. I just responded to him. What does he want from me? I'm starting to hate this room. My father's office is nothing more than a torture chamber. Misha and Anon are waiting for us outside. Only my father, Kista, and I are here. We are waiting for the PR team to come in and brief us on what to do and say. It's unbelievably quiet here. It's truly suffocating.
"Jay, did you end up seeing the West Coast like you always wanted? You used to say how much you wanted to see the white sand and dolphins all the time. It was like you wanted to live in the ocean yourself." Kista says with a smile.
I try not to show my disappointment on my face when I answer.
