Page 89 of The Right Kind of Wrong

We entered the large and obnoxiously fancy building, meeting David inside. The receptionist frowned when she saw me. I hadn't been there in years, so it was no surprise she could hardly recognize me.

She didn't say anything, probably because I was a Carson and she assumed that I was as arrogant as Hannah.

We entered the elevator and I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall.

“Tell me why you can't be in there with me,” I breathed.

I could almost picture Nathan shaking his head. “Baby, I can't be. I don't have anything to do with the company, and I really don't want anything to do with it either. I'm here for moral support.”

“Don't you just want like, point zero one percent?” I asked desperately.

Both David and Nathan chuckled, laughing at my misery.

“I'll be out in the lobby waiting for you, okay?”

The doors of the elevator opened. It was time.

With a single nod, Nathan wished me luck, with his intense electric gray eyes telling me how much he believed in me.

David and I walked past the large meeting room where my sister, my mom and my dad already were sitting. There were other people there, people that I hardly recognized that I would have to speak in front of. Nerves were starting to get the best of me.

“Stop it,” David whispered. “If you're going to do this you can't freak out. Get it together, Evelyn.”

I glared at him. “I can see why Jenna says you’re an ass.”

“My daughter—look, I'm trying to help you, but you have to get it together. They can't see you about to lose it or they'll think you're a joke. Is that what you want?”

“No,” I said, now in front of the door. “No, that's not what I want.”

“Okay. Then take a deep breath and get this show on the road. Can you do that?”

I did as he said, nodding and turning the handle of the door. Everyone stood immediately out of respect to their new boss, however, shot a confused look to my mother and sister when they realized the youngest Carson was there.

I smiled.

“Good morning, everyone,” I said.

“Evelyn, what are you doing here?” Hannah hissed, walking over to me. She looked furious and embarrassed, my parents looked like they were about to scold me.

“I'm here for the meeting, sis,” I replied, analyzing the room. I could do this.

“Please excuse us,” my mom said, also approaching me. She forced a smile, taking hold of my arm.

“Evelyn, we're in the middle of something, can this wait? The new buyer will be here in a few minutes and we can't have your little nonsense now.”

“The new buyer is here,” I stated.

“What?”

Everyone looked our way, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“David, show them the papers please.”

He nodded, setting his briefcase on the large wooden table as he opened it. He handed the paperwork to my sister and my mom and distributed copies to the rest of the men sitting at the table. For a few minutes, there was nothing more than the rustling of papers filling up the room. A few of the men nodded as they realized that all the paperwork was in order while some of them smirked, clearly amused at the family drama unfolding in front of them.

“What the hell is going on?” Hannah asked in disbelief. “What have you done?”

“I've made my first grown-up decision.” I winked. “Now, could you all take a seat and can we all settle down so we can get this meeting done and over with?”

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