Trying to Survive (The Kiser #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

mother.”   She said in a stern voice.   Why
did I not check caller Id first? Oh yeah,
I was sleeping , I thought while rubbing my eyes.   I rarely took her calls, but sometimes like
now, I didn’t check the Id and stupidly answered.
         “What do you want mother?”   No
need to pretend with pleasant chitchat.
         “I want you here for Thanksgiving dinner, 1 pm sharp.”   Trying to avoid this conversation for the
past week, I messed up by answering.   “Colin,
do you hear me?”
         “Why mother?   Why pretend?”   I seriously wanted to know why she insists we
get together on these holidays.   They
never cared if I was there growing up, actually they preferred I wasn’t.  
         “It’s tradition and besides, your Uncle Rob will be there with his
newest wife.   I can’t remember what her
name is.”   Mother huffed, and I knew she
had to keep up appearances in front of dad’s family. “Anyway, be here at 1 and
leave your bimbos at home.”   With those
parting words, she hung up.   My mother
and father were never really a part of my life growing up.   Maggie, my nanny and Matt’s mom practically
raised me from the time I turned nine.   I
really liked her, and loved playing with Matt, so I knew not to get to close to
her. There had been several nannies before her, but when mother thought they
were growing too attached to me, she fired them.   Always saying she was my mother and they were the help .   I think they just wanted, well needed an heir
and didn’t really want a child.   I would
love to have an heir, but I vowed never to put a child through what I had to
endure, feeling unloved and always alone.
         Spending the rest of Sunday at home working on accounts, I was ready for
my meeting on Monday morning.   Entering
the office at 7:30 am, I found Janice sitting at her desk.   Looking up she said “Good morning Mr.
Withers,” handing me my morning coffee along with my schedule for today.   “The conference room is ready for your 9 am
meeting with Mr. Jameson, and the reports are on your desk.”
         Taking the coffee while looking over my schedule, I mumbled “Thank you”
and headed to my office.      After studying the reports for the next hour,
I grabbed my briefcase and headed to the conference room.   Mr. Jameson, the head of a major law firm, was
looking for a new investment broker for his employees’ retirement fund.     John
would be there as well and would handle the account.   Most major investors liked me to be there
initially because it made them feel better to think they dealt with only
me.  
         Passing by Janice as I left, “I’m headed to the conference room
now.”   She nodded and knew that she was
to hold all my calls.   Walking in to the
conference room, I saw a woman around twenty-five years old with dark brown
hair putting out refreshments. When she saw me coming, she swayed her hips a
little more and smiled seductively. Like most women here, she had a stick thin
figure.   Only sparing her a glance, I
didn’t fuck women I worked with…ever.   My
head stayed in the game.
         Three hours later with the account secured, I headed back to my office
where I stayed for the next eight hours.
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         Driving my black Aston Martin to my parents’ house, I felt a ball of
dread in the pit of my stomach.   Even
though it was Thanksgiving, it felt like another ordinary day to me.   All I wanted to do is get today over
with.   Driving down the long private
driveway, I spotted the beautiful white mansion with it massive columns behind
the iron gates that had a big W on the front.   As I
drew closer, the guard opened the automatic gate and I drove through.  
         After knocking on the door, the butler greeted me and showed me to the
formal dining room.   Shaking my head, I
grew up here but every time I visit, I’m treated as a guest.   Mother and father, or as I like to refer to
them Margaret