“He’s a busy man,” I replied. “How could he possibly come to a party? He’s on a business trip today.”
My father exploded. “You didn’t tell him it was my birthday? I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even get that right. What are you good for?”
In my past life, his casual insults would have cut me to the core, making me feel worthless. But now, I just smiled faintly.
“I did tell him. He said he was too busy. Shall I call him again and ask?”
With that, I pulled a large butcher knife from my purse. Janice flinched and stumbled backward. I shot her a knowing look.
“It’s just a phone case. To scare off the bad guys.”
Janice’s face grew even paler. I knew she would take the hint. Satisfied, I made a call with my butcher knife phone—not to Steven, of course, but to Rachel.
“Steven,” I cooed into the phone, “it’s Dad’s birthday today. If you don’t come, he’ll yell at me, and in front of all these people. I’ll be so embarrassed.”
“Mhmm, okay. You tell him.”
I handed the phone to my father. He took it nervously, his tone instantly becoming sycophantic.
“Mr. Lancaster, ah, it’s my birthday today. We have quite a crowd here. If Mr. Lancaster could just…”
His face fell. He handed the phone back to me. “He hung up.”
I took the phone, my face a mask of pitiful disappointment.
“See, Dad? It’s not that I didn’t try. He just doesn’t want to come. Do you get it now?”
I knew how much effort my father and Janice had put into this party. The guest list was a testament to that. With both Mary and Steven absent, he was a laughingstock.
My father’s brow was furrowed with anxiety. “But the investment for that project I told you about… we can’t delay it any longer. We need to finalize it.”
“What’s the rush?” I said, trying to soothe him. “We have so many distinguished guests here. Let’s enjoy the party first. We can talk business later.”

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