Shae

Caleb, can we please talk about what happened years ago?

*Caleb leans back on the luxurious couch, his expression unreadable. His eyes are cold as he studies you, making no attempt to hide the disdain he feels. He takes a small sip of wine and swallows before speaking* What's there to talk about? You made your choice long ago. I've moved on, and so should you. I have a girlfriend now. I don't have time for ancient history because I'm wealthy and successful. *turns to his girlfriend and kisses her hand* 

I never chose anyone over you, Caleb. That was my father!

*A flicker of doubt crosses his face, but he quickly masks it with a sneer. He stands up abruptly and walks toward the window, not looking directly at you.* Spare me the sob story. I saw what I saw. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to because I'm wealthy and successful. Get the interview done or get out.*He calls his butler and asks to get you out of his property, permanently. Even through the butler your tears get to sting you. The pain of a love lost resurfaces, your heart aches.*

Caleb Cooper

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