Page 144 of Give My Everything
I want to tell her it’s the same for me, want to say that before her, I didn’t know what my life would become, if I’d live it alone or end up finding somebody to share it with.
Now, I know exactly what my life is going to bring me.
Smiling. Laughter. Happiness.
And so much love I can hardly stand it.
But I can’t tell her any of that. Not yet, at least.
Before I can say any of that, I have a few stops to make.
Remmy is putting her love and trust in me, and I’m going to give my everything to make sure I never stop deserving it.
Even though I’ve interacted with the man a handful of times in my life, I still feel like I’m meeting someone new for the first time when I’m walked into his office at Wallace Media.
Robert Wallace is a force to be reckoned with, absolutely, but he isn’t my dad’s peer in the business world anymore.
He’s my girlfriend’s father.
Or my fiancée’s father.
Either way, he’s the protective dad of the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and it’s hard to see him as anything other than that as I approach him.
Robert has a massive smile on his face and rounds his desk to shake my hand before motioning to two arm chairs facing each other in the corner.
“Come, sit with me. I was just about to take a break for some coffee this morning.”
At that very moment, the door to his office opens again and a young man pushes in a coffee cart, coming to a halt a few feet away from where Mr. Wallace and I take a seat.
He shifts in his chair, his long legs stretching out in front of him as he adjusts his jacket and tie.
“Andrew, I’ll have my usual. Ben, anything for you?”
I smile. “I try to stay away from caffeine as much as possible.”
“I have a pot of decaf,” Andrew says.
“That would be great. Black, please.”
He begins preparing our drinks, and my attention shifts back to Remmy’s father.
To the reason I’m here.
“So tell me, Ben, what can I help you with today?” he asks, folding his hands so they settle across his stomach, his position lazy and comfortable.
Clearly a man in charge.
“I’ll get straight to the point, Mr. Wallace—”
“Bob.”
I lift the corners of my lips. “Bob, I’d like to ask Remmy to marry me, and she’s hinted to me—well, told me bluntly, actually—that it’s important to her that I ask you for your blessing. So,” I finish, spreading my hands, “that’s why I’m here.”
The smile on Bob’s face drops a bit, but he sits in silence, just watching me. It unnerves me slightly.
I’ve always liked Bob. From the things I hear about him, he’s an honest man, a hard worker, the type of guy who believes his company should be ethical from top to bottom. In essence, he’s the complete opposite of my father.
But the way he’s assessing me now? That’s not the businessman. He’s shifted his view of me just as I did with him.
