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have, but she's on a three-day safari now so tell Minka she'll probably be back early Monday morning our time."
    Friends? Could have fooled me. I wouldn't be surprised if this little slim down of his had something to do with Musketeer number three. Not that Clint would ever express his feelings to her. He was too damn nice.
    Speaking of that, I probably wouldn't be talking to him either right now, on account of his cheery disposition, except for the fact that I've lived with him for two years. I'll give him a pass for now. But no way does Ballet Barbie get one.
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    T hree hours later and I'm another three beers deep, when something vibrates under my ass.
    Fumbling around, I almost miss the call and hit accept without even looking at the name flashing on the screen.
    "Uh...Hello?" It comes out as a cough.
    "Son, glad I could catch you."
    Fucking hell. If I'd known it was him I would have turned my phone off.
    "What do you want?"
    My father's irritated sigh comes through the phone. "Miles, we need to schedule the office tour we spoke about in August. I'm going to need you to start showing face here before you internship. The employees are going to want to know their future CEO."
    "I'm not working at the company. We've been over this."
    He decides to ignore me. "Perhaps I can have Aerospace Money Monthly accompany us on the tour, get some shots of you and I—"
    "CHARLES!" I haven't called him dad, or even father, in years. "Get this through your head. I'm not working for Farriston Aviation. I'm not interning, and I'm definitely not becoming a CEO. I want to play baseball. And I'm going to the majors."
    Silence resounded from the other end of the line. Then, in a quiet, but tyrannical tone, he spoke. "You are Miles Wenworth Farriston. Of the Farriston fortune. It is your duty and responsibility to your family to finish college, take a job with the company, and work your way up to CEO. It’s what your grandfather did, it’s what I did, and it’s what your brother would have done. Or don't I need to remind you of Jason?"
    His words sliced into my heart like the sharp pain of a knife. He's always got to use Jay against me. Fucking prick.
    "Don't forget how you have the ability to play that little sport of yours, Miles. Who's money funds that big-time university education you're getting. We agreed, you could play through college. But after that, you're done. Its time to grow up and come home." Charles's words mock me, reminding me that my life hangs on every check he writes.
    "I have to go." The beer is making my mind fuzzy, I can't argue properly.
    "Get me that date, Miles." And the line goes dead.
    I push myself up off the couch, and stumble down the hall to my room. There is so much pent-up rage running through my bones, that I could definitely punch the wall right now. I settle for my pillow, not wanting one of the guys to come running when I smash plaster. I go at it, once, twice. Stamping my fist as hard as I can into the soft down material, imagining my father's blood covering my knuckles.
    It was my responsibility, he'd said. What about what made me happy? It had never occurred to my parents to care about that though. We were Farriston's, you did what benefited the family. You fell in line.
    My duty was to become the next CEO of Farriston Aviation. The company had been around since 1924, when my great-great grandfather got the brilliant idea to cash in on the new trend, flying airplanes. The technology wasn't as advanced back then, but today? Our company manufactured fuselages, high-lift wing systems, vertical tails. All to the highest paying airlines in the world. And I wanted absolutely no part of it.
    I'd agreed to come in as a business major because it would get my father off my back, and allow me to do what I really wanted. Play baseball. But, when I sit through those classes, it feels like my brain is melting, or just permanently switched to autopilot mode. Pretty ironic, huh?
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