The Question Whys

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

Unending calls from my sister Heather wake me up. The vibration from my phone just won’t stop.

So I answer it for the first time in a week, “Don’t you have a life?”

I can imagine her face with just her voice, she scoffs and says, “Well, if you had just come home a few days ago, I wouldn’t end up wasting my life calling you, Dmitri. You told me you’ll come home after your restaurant’s opening?”

Blah, blah! I let her nag all she wants, “I had to take care of some things. What do you want? The Vice-CEO is there. He can do all the tasks.”

“Remember, you promised Dad you’ll do better, don’t let thi-”

“I know how to handle my company, Heat. So give it a rest. I can’t come home, I’ll be in Germany next week. I’ll stay home for a while. I haven’t paid Manor Sullivan a visit for a while now,” I straightforwardly express my annoyance.

And I hang up.

I sigh and massage my temple, “Damn it! Can’t I take a rest? As if the company will shut down without me.”

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I decide to p