Chapter 2 - The Exit Strategy
The manager looked like he was about to suffer a coronary. He grabbed my elbow, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Mary! Are you out of your mind? Pack your things. You’re fired. Get out!”
“Wait.”
The single word came from Ethan.
It wasn't signed. It was spoken aloud—a rough, unpracticed voice, like metal scraping over stone, because he rarely used it in public. The sound made everyone at the table flinch.
Christopher whipped his head around to stare at his son, his expression twisting into sheer disgust. “Shut up, Ethan. Don't humiliate yourself further—”
“She stays,” Ethan said, his voice stronger this time, trembling with a fierce, long-suppressed defiance. He stood up from his chair, pushing it back so hard it scraped loudly against the wood floor. He looked directly at his father, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “Or I walk out right now. And you can explain to the board of directors why your only heir refused to sign the merger documents tomorrow.”
Christopher’s breath hitched.
The multi-billion-dollar real estate acquisition hanging over this dinner required family trust sign-offs. Without Ethan’s signature as the junior trustee, the deal stalled indefinitely. Christopher knew it. The sycophants knew it.
Christopher’s jaw worked furiously, his teeth grinding together. He looked from his son to me, weighing the insult against millions of dollars in corporate leverage. Finally, he forced a tight, fake smile that didn't reach his eyes, though a vein throbbed violently at his temple.
“Fine,” Christopher hissed through gritted teeth, sitting back down. “Stay. Take their orders. But keep your hands to yourself.”
The manager released my elbow, his face pale as chalk. He backed away slowly, whispering under his breath, “You’re playing with fire, Mary.”
I didn't care about the fire. I had been living in the cold for too long.
I turned back to Ethan, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. I softly signed: What would you like to order, Ethan?
May you like
Ethan looked down at the menu, a faint, genuine smile touching the corners of his lips for what looked like the first time in years. He signed back: Whatever is the simplest thing you have. And... thank you.
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