Our friendship comes at a cost

The young lady, Beth Forester titled her head towards her confidante who was a step behind her and asked in a whisper “Are they all looking at me weirdly or is it my imagination?”

“Might be because eldest lady looks a lot like her mother.” Zada, who was Beth’s confidante and personal maid answered back in a whisper.

Whatever news Chris published; it was also simultaneously projected on to the screen in the meeting room. It was no surprise that people in the room were looking at Beth with a gaze that was mixed with sympathy and disparagement; Beth was a splitting image of her mother who was projected on the screen.

Beth adjusted her mood and was about to open her mouth when Finlay rushed to her side “My good daughter why are you here?” He didn’t have his usual indifference nor did he have a mocking attitude but rather one of a loving father.

“Shouldn’t I come?” Beth asked softly as she distanced herself from Finlay.

“Go home. Don’t make a scene here.” Finlay straightened his posture and