“Mitch knew?”
“Of course your brother knew. He was set to become the next President and CEO.”
“Of course your brother knew.” Funny they forgot to mention this was happening. Must have been talked about in one of the many meetings I wasn’t invited to.
“I’m sixty-five. I can’t keep doing this forever. He was my only option,” he explains. “If it’s not him, then we will have to bring in someone else.”
My stomach flips. Having a Mitchell lead the family business was all my granddad ever wanted. I can practically see him turning over in his grave at the thought of someone with a different last name running the company. The Local flashes in my head. I was so close to having something for me, but just like it always does, my family obligation tugs at my heart. This isn’t how it was supposed to be.
FUCKKKKKKKK.
“But it’s a family business. You promised Granddad you would keep it that way.”
“Your grandfather isn’t here anymore. I can’t keep doing this forever. I want to spend time with your mother. As hard as it is to admit, if your brother is leaving, then I have no other options.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be an option?” I can’t even believe the words coming out of my mouth.
A loud laugh bellows out of him, filling the quiet night. “I love you, Son, but I think you and I both know that isn’t in the best interest of the company.”
His words are a fist to my gut, and it’s clear. Mitch was the only option, not because he doesn’t think I want it, but because he thinks I can’t do it.
“I know I’m not Mitch, but I am a Mitchell. I closed that Cedar Hill deal this summer, and it’s going well. I know you haven’t had time to look at my plans, but maybe if you did?—”
“The Cedar Hill acquisition is nothing compared to running an entire company. You still have a lot of growing up to do.”
“Then let me prove to you that I’m ready, that I can grow up. I want to be considered for the position.” I’m not sure if I’m more desperate for his approval or to prove him wrong, but once the words leave my mouth, I know I can’t take them back.
“Tanner, being the president and CEO of a company is not like one of your little hobbies. It’s serious, and it requires?—”
“I know what it requires. I’m a Mitchell. I have my MBA. I’ve been an executive vice president for five years. I’m just as qualified as Mitch, and you know it.”
My dad rubs his temples. “Meet me at the office tomorrow at nine, and we will discuss it. I’m making no promises. Wear a suit, and don’t be late.”
Dude I’m going to have to bail on pickleball tomorrow
Logan:
Everything okay?
Family shit
No one died just gotta deal with something
Logan:
I understand. Don’t worry about it. Did you tell him about the bar?
Didn’t get the chance
Logan:
Shit
I’ll fill you in later
CHAPTER 8: MY FAVORITE PERSON
WREN
