Page 10 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)
Georgia
F rom: Georgia Astor
To: Alden St. James
Subject: Weekly Update
Good afternoon Alden,
I would first like to say, there are several things you, the parent, should’ve taught Fletcher, the child, that you clearly did not. Had you, though, we probably wouldn’t be in this predicament, and I wouldn’t have to exchange these ridiculous weekly updates with you. But alas, here we are.
It was brought to my attention that you have not only cut him off from his lofty trust fund, but you’ve also sent him here with no money at all.
Really appreciate that, by the way. You could’ve at least given him a damn allowance or something, instead of putting his entire cost of living on my shoulders, as if you aren’t asking enough of me as it is.
As this wasn’t part of our original plan—neither was him living with me, but clearly, there were caveats I wasn’t filled in on—I’ve taken it upon myself to give Fletcher a job.
It’s one thing for him to stay at my house, but it’s another completely to expect me to let it happen for free.
As of yesterday, he’s A Book to Remember’s newest part-time employee.
As I’m sure you can imagine, he’s thrilled.
Seeing as you asked—or rather, told—me to teach him some discipline, I’m sure you find this idea acceptable, but even if you don’t, you better get on board, because unless you plan to send me a weekly paycheck for his expenses, this is what’s going to happen.
Not so sincerely,
Georgia
From: Alden St. James
To: Georgia Astor
Subject: RE: Weekly Update
Thank you for the update and your insight into all the things I should’ve done, but I can assure you, Fletcher had a fine childhood and was raised well.
You would be right in saying I find this new job of his acceptable, so long as it doesn’t interfere with his schoolwork. I look forward to continuing to see how he progresses, but might I suggest being a little less hostile next week.
Best,
Alden
I roll my eyes as I finish reading through the email.
Like father, like son. I contemplate responding back, and up the hostility, but I decide against it.
The less time I have to communicate with that jackass, the better.
It’s bad enough he’s insisting on weekly updates, like I’m his goddamn daycare teacher or something.
Grabbing my phone, I pull up the group chat with my sisters and Charley.
Me: In case anyone is wondering, I still fucking hate all of this.
Both Gemma and Grace laugh react to it. Charley responds.
Charley: I would expect nothing less, but remember, it’s only temporary. Keep your eye on the prize. By this summer, all of this will be behind you.
Me: Easy for you to say.
Tossing the phone on my desk, I huff a sigh before getting back to work.
It’ll be a damn miracle if I make it through this without murdering Fletcher or Alden, or both.