I’ve been here every day learning this business and pulling my weight. I don’t shop like I used to, and I don’t party like I used to. I’ve changed. I’m a businesswoman.”
“You can’t play at this. You have no business skills and no business background.”
“Daddy, you don’t have a degree, either, and neither did Grandma Letty, and she was quite successful. So I’ve learned the same way you and she learned—on the job.”
A tiny sound of disbelief left her father’s mouth, but that was all.
“The bottom line is that I won’t sign my stock over to you. Would you like something to drink? I’m having mineral water. Jerry? Mervyn,” she asked her brothers who hadn’t said a word through the entire exchange. “Would you like a glass?”
Jerry shook his head. He was the youngest brother, but older than Alexandria by ten months, had walked in late and sat at the head of the table, and nobody had corrected him.
Symbolically, that seat had been left empty after Big Daddy, their granddaddy, had died two years ago.
Jerry didn’t know about the unspoken rule, having just returned from living in Texas. A concussion had ended his pro football career, but he was trying to get into the swing of things. He was very quiet and only answered questions when spoken to directly.
Marc, her husband, liked Jerry best.
Beneath the table, Alex pushed Send on her BlackBerry, hoping Marc would pick up.
For the past month he’d been in Philadelphia, but he’d been helping her practice assertiveness by webcam. Over a year ago he’d bought the book A Fool’s Guide to Being Assertive.
Initially, she’d been offended. But once Marc had explained the book, then read it to her, then torn off the cover and made love to her to make up for offending her, she’d liked it. That’s why she’d initially fallen in love with him. He’d helped her realize that although she didn’t have degrees, she was smart, and the world needed people like her.
“You’re costing us money, honey.”
“How, Daddy?” she asked.
“All this waffling.” He laughed in that big way corporate men did when nothing was funny. “You’re offering refreshments and we’re trying to discuss business.”
Alexandria lowered her glass of water and wiped her lip with the cloth napkin.
Her BlackBerry vibrated and she glanced at it then sent the call to voice mail. The same number had called four times, but it wasn’t Marc. She’d answer if they called again. Maybe he’d lost his phone and had to get a new one.
“We don’t have time for you to schedule your mani-pedi,” her brother Mervyn added, their father’s living puppet.
“I know, Mervyn. This is what I came to say. Too much money is going out of the company.”
“You have to spend money to make money,” their father interrupted, as if everyone knew that but her. “If you’d gotten your college degree like your brother here, you’d know that. But I’m not holding that against you. You’re a helluva decorator.”
Alexandria’s face heated under the sting of his sexist sarcasm. She wanted to be immune to their bullying, but she wasn’t. She bit her lip and her father’s eyes lit up like the lights on a pinball machine. He knew he’d hurt her.
“That’s what I’m talking about, little girl. You’re out of your league. You need to be home with your husband. How long has it been since he’s been home?”
“A month,” she said softly.
“Give that man some babies,” Mervyn Jr., chimed in all his fatherly glory. “You’re always here in Atlanta, he’s always gone. That might go a long way to helping Mama, in her delicate condition.”
The audacity of Mervyn’s words made her want to throw water on him. He’d done nothing to help his kids to bond with their mother. Were it not for their mothers, they wouldn’t even know they had a grandmother.
“Mervyn, you have five kids, a sixth on the way. If Mama was going to shake her depression because of children, she should be doing the electric slide right now.”
“Shut up, Alexandria. You don’t belong here. We’ve been doing just fine without you.”
“Grandma Letty didn’t agree with you, Mervyn, or she’d have left you the money. But, oh, right, you didn’t go visit her either. So I guess that means that I’m in charge. If you don’t like it, you can always get out. If you stay, you shut up.”
Alexandria couldn’t believe what had just come out of her mouth, but she was proud of herself.
Then Mervyn started shouting.
“Enough!” her father roared.
She grabbed her briefcase and put it on the table. “I don’t need a degree to know that you’re stealing from us. We’re not getting paid on certain accounts, and that’s bad business. It’s all right here in this report.” She pushed the papers to the center of the table and Mervyn grabbed them and walked away.
“You—you had us audited?” he stammered, glaring at her over his shoulder.
“Yes, I did.”
“When?”
Alexandria sat up straighter. “Yesterday. These are the first findings.”
“How dare you?” he demanded. Their father tried to see the report, but Mervyn held it close to his chest.
“What does it say?” their father demanded.
“Nothing.” Mervyn’s rapid response was faster and louder than hers, and meant to deceive. His eyes seemed to be begging her not to reveal his secrets.
“You’re stealing from the family.” She spoke slowly so her father and Jerry could hear. “No more access to petty cash for you.”
“Petty cash.” Their father laughed in her face.
Alex looked at Jerry and he shook his head.
“How much could it be? This is nonsense. You took a stranger’s word over your brother’s?” Mervyn Sr. asked his daughter.
“Not just someone. A certified public accountant, Daddy. A thousand dollars a week, sometimes more. He gets the money in cash from the office manager who logs it into a ledger.”
“Excuse me.” Willa, the receptionist, stood in the doorway. Tall and lean, she answered the phones beautifully, but had no self-esteem, thanks to a whorish ex-boyfriend who lived in the same building and whose bedroom wall adjoined Willa’s. She could hear every headboard bang. Every night.
Alex had shared her assertiveness book with Willa last week. She was currently on chapter two. “I have an urgent call—”
Alex gave her a nod of encouragement.
“No
