Sasha's POV

UGH! UGH! UGH!

God damn it! 

While the meeting went way better than it could have been, it wasn't up to my expectations. 

God! Where the hell did it go wrong? 

I mean he offered me money, talked to me about the losses that I might face if I bought Rosewood and all but I had it under control.

 Stupid, stupid, stupid me. 

Now I just gave Dad another excuse for disinheriting me.

 My parents weren't exactly what you would like to call as open minded. I mean they had this insane notion that girls were born to become actors, models, fashion designers, interior decorators and all. I mean, they thought girls are more suited for artistic occupations.Especially, Business was too hardcore for anyone with a vagina. 

Thus, when I said I wanted to be a business woman, they were like, "Are you kidding?" When I persisted, they were like, "Have you gone mad?" When I continued persisting, they gave me one opportunity, well yeah opportunity for me but they considered it as my punishment for not being the good, obeying, damsel in distress daughter they wanted me to be. 

They thought it would teach me that business was not for girls. But for me, it was my once in a lifetime golden opportunity and I knew I had to play my cards well. So I made a deal with them. If I could crack the business deal well, I would be handed over the Brookes Company. 

Needless to say, I cracked it. I even heard people said I had handled it better than my Dad could have done it. Since that incident, my parents were hellbent to make my life a living nightmare with all their accusations and criticisms - done with the choicest of the chosen words.

But the worst among all these was, in a certain way, their upbringing had effected me. I loved them. While I didn't want to be the daughter of their definition, I craved for their love. I wanted them to recognize me as their daughter. And it wasn't just about me. It was about Aaron too. He wanted to become a fashion designer from his very childhood. He said, designing things out of his imagination helped him keep his inner child alive. But my parents, being their typical selves, forced him to take up law and business management. And his excellent performance in these two fields made things even worse for him.

"Sissy, come on. I'm getting late", Aaron's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Family dinner?" I asked him. It had been two years since the last family dinner I had attained. They had not barred me from being present but I just did not want to face their harsh words and disappointed eyes.

"Yeah."

"How are things going on there?"

"Trust me when I say, you don't want to know a single thing about it."

"Well, for once, I do trust you."

"Oh you trust me?" he asked in his puppy voice and then he twirled around with his hands spread wide. "God where are the media guys when I need them? Did anyone HEAR that? My sissy dearest trusts me. Yay!"

I shook my head and burst out laughing at his antics. When I became sober, I looked at him to find him staring at me with affection. I smiled at him.

"Now that's the sissy I know. Carefree and not a grumpy cat."

"Well, is it that obvious?"

"Sissy!"

"What?!"

"Like it or not, I am your brother. So that bullshit professional mask of yours won't work on me, you know."

I looked away and smiled sadly. "I am worried."

"Don't be. I'm here for you", he smiled and squeezed my shoulder.

"I know."

I didn't know if I should have thanked God for awarding me such awesome(!) parents but I knew I should definitely thank him for the wonderful brother He had given me.

Author's note:

Streamtream tralalalala!My parents don't know I am a member of Wattpad.So I'm kind of sneaking out and updating it.I don't want to rush with the chapters.So,yeah they are going to be boring initially.However I'll try my best to make them more interesting with time.

Bye. :)