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were a great CEO. I want you to be a great husband, father, and human being.” He steps forward and puts his hands on my shoulders. “I worked so hard to make money that I missed out on living my life. It’s a life you still could have.”
    Worry replaces the anger in his eyes.
    “It’s all right. I turned out all right,” I tell him.
    “No, son,” he says, looking me in the eye. “It’s not all right. The board of executives wants to fire you.”
    His words are a punch to the gut.
    “What about D.J. and Dana?” I ask. My siblings are a part of that board.
    “D.J. is hoping to keep any ‘hostile work environment’ cases at bay, and Dana is standing by her man.”
    I fall to the sofa, unable to comprehend what my father unloaded. My own family had turned against me. I knew that we were not as close as some families could be or should be, but in the end, I had always believed we stood up for each other.
    “There will be a review in thirty days. Until that time, you are suspended,” he says. “I would take this time to do some soul searching, to think about your life. Actually, it’s required. The board is requesting that you attend some sort of counseling or therapy.”
    “Counseling?” I repeat, as though the word is a foreign language. “We tried that when I was younger. It doesn’t work.” I stand up and pace the office.
    “My work speaks for itself. What does therapy have to do with running a company? Mom had enough therapy for the whole family—it didn’t help her any.”
    My father sighs.
    “Those are the stipulations. If you want the review to go well and remain a part of the company, you have to do this.”

Chapter 5-Ayron
 
    I smooth down the skirt of my purple suit and make my way through the dimly lit restaurant to the meeting Dr. Tirash set up for me. I’d asked him for some extra work at the hospital, and while he’d been sympathetic, he hadn’t had any clients to send my way.
    “I might have an unusual opportunity,” he’d said. He had spoken to an old friend about an important, confidential, and lucrative contract. He would only say that it was a hands-on opportunity and to dress as executively seductive as possible for the interview.
    This did not fly with me at all, and I told him how I felt.
    “I know, and I am sorry, but this is the only way,” he replied. “Just think of it as something you would only have to do to get your foot in the door. Later on, you can choose to do it your way.”
    I begrudgingly accepted my fate and did what was asked of me.
    My borrowed stilettos click against the marble floor as I am guided to my seat.
    David Masters is the President Emeritus of the company that manufactures and distributes the majority of the hair care products currently on my counter, Masters in Style Products. I only recognized him from his pictures that were published for newspaper interviews with him. Sitting with his elbows propped atop of the table with his hands folded, I feel like I am meeting with the head of a cartel and not a businessman. His peppered gray hair and slick black suit complement each other, and his stern demeanor exudes a no-nonsense attitude. I have trouble imagining that he would have difficulty getting anyone to do as he asks.
    “Good afternoon, Mr. Masters,” I say, stopping and stepping my open-toe heel directly in front of him.
    I place a hand on my hip, like I remember the director doing when she came to my office last week.
    He stands.
    “Well,” Mr. Masters acknowledges as he stands and gives me the once over. “Dr. Tirash said that you were gorgeous, but he neglected to add breathtaking.”
    I place my hand out for the stately man to shake. Instead, he places it between his hands and smiles.
    “It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Masters,” I say as he releases my hand.
    The hostess pulls out my chair and I take a seat in front of the stage.
    “He is going to like you,” he says.
    “Who is he, and why is that important?” I ask.