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Kris' POV
                          
I don't want to be angry at Alex but right now it almost feels as though I don't have a choice. I last saw him yesterday afternoon and I am so grateful he hasn't tried to talk to me since then, I don't know what I might do or say. I am angry at everyone, everyone but mostly myself. I can't believe I let myself into this situation again, I told myself Dave and his family wouldn't ever bother me again but here I am, feeling all sorts of pain and betrayal.  A huge part of me wants to let the shares go but for the orphans I will have to swallow all my feelings and get this over and done with. 
                          
I check my reflection in the mirror, my eyes look dead but thanks to all the makeup I have pasted on I look decent enough. I have even managed to downplay the swelling of my eyes due to the crying for hours I did after Alex left. I am wearing a long sleeveless maxi dress and I have a pair of light blue pumps on. I walk out of the bathroom to my bed and pick up my purse with my phone in it. I am meeting my father downstairs for lunch and I am not in the   looking forward to it.
                          
Before I reach my door I get a text. 
                          
*I'm in the private dining hall* 
                          
I roll my eyes realizing who the text is from, I haven't saved his number, don't plan on but somehow he managed to get mine. Two minutes later I am getting out of the elevator. With a steady pace I walk towards the dining hall marked private and tell the man at the door my name. He gives me a smile and opens the door. Taking in a huge breath I walk into the room, my father immediately stands up. He gives me a smile which I don't return. I walk over to the chair opposite him and before he hugs me or pulls the chair back for him I sit down.
                          
"Kris," he greets.
                          
"Hello." I greet him back not really knowing what to say to him.
                          
"How have you been?"
                          
"Good but I'm not here to update you on my life. Say what you want to say and I will be on my way," I say tightly.
                          
He gives me a tight smile and picks up the menu. "At least let's order first."
                          
I nod and also pick up my menu. I already know what I want, some peace and quiet but since that's not on the menu I order some pork ribs and French fries. He orders the same and we sit in awkward silence waiting for the food.
                          
Ten minutes later our food arrives and I dig in, realizing just how hungry I am. A few minutes after we have started he clears his throat and speaks.
                          
"I just wanted to see how you are, I haven't seen you in years," he says.
                          
"And what else?" I ask him.
                          
"Excuse me?"
                          
"What else did you want?"
                          
He looks to the door and then back at me, for a second he actually manages to look like he feels bad.
                          
"Well, this whole shares thing with your brother," I cringe when he says that but stay silent so he can finish what he has to say, "well I pay for most of his needs and he works for the company as you are probably aware of. However I think it would be nice of him to have his own money that he can start something of his own with. I am scared he might be getting too comfortable fending off me and his mother." He finishes.
                          
"So why not just write him a cheque yourself?"
                          
"I doubt that would motivate him and I couldn't possibly write him a cheque that is as much as what your grandfather left him, that is if the shares are sold and invested in before they lose all their value," he says. So that's his issue!