Chapter 9:

Walking into his father's office, Shane knew he was going to get shit from his dad about being so distracted during the meeting. Shane made a beeline straight for the black leather sofa in the corner of the office and laid down. If he was going to get his ass chewed out, he might as well get comfortable for it. Vince followed Shane in and sat down at his desk, staring at Shane for a moment, he didn't say anything. Shane now annoyed, "What?! Go ahead, let's get this over with Pop. I'm sorry, alright. I drove in from Boston this morning, I'm tired okay. It won't happen again!"

Vince smiled sadly at his son. He had a hunch this wasn't just being tired, something was on Shane's mind and he wanted to know what it was. "Shane is everything okay? Do you need some time off son; because I'm sure we can work it out? You haven't really had time to deal with your divorce; you just dove right into work. Your mother and I are worried about you Shane; we think you are burning yourself out."

Shane looked at his dad in disbelief. Vince really thought this was all over Marissa, seriously? "Dad no, please come on! I'm fine okay. I was at the show all night and had to get up early to come back here for that stupid meeting. I'M JUST TIRED, NOT EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE REVOLVES AROUND THAT BITCH." Shane was pissed now. Vince realizing he may have struck a nerve with his eldest child backed right off. "Son I'm sorry. Calm down please. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and head home?"

Shane thought for a second that might not be such a bad idea. He couldn't wait to call Capri; she had to be up by now and it would most likely be easier to call her from home instead of his office where there were too many distractions around. "You're right Pop, sorry for yelling. I just don't want to talk about Marissa anymore. It's over." Vince relieved that his son had calmed down patted him on the back, "I understand son, now get going and I'll see you tomorrow, nice and refreshed."

Shane didn't have to be told twice and in two seconds he was out the door and heading for the elevator to the parking garage below the building. Living only 20 minutes away from the office, he would be home in no time.