Joan Vincent
“I’ll expect to see you at the office in two hours, Joan. No more wallowing around lamenting your life.” My father grounds out leaving breakfast. I nod silently.
I’ve had to move back in with my parents at the age of forty-nine. Will be starting a job as a receptionist at his company today. My father told me my laziness will not be tolerated.
My reputation is in tatters. All my old friends whisper about me and none call anymore. I can’t imagine if they find out I’m working for my father. I’m so lost, my head spins constantly almost panicked.
I remember feeling so spoiled when I married Tom. He didn’t want me to work other than helping him at the company occasionally. Like he saw me as special. I focused on being a society homemaker.
The whole time he was seeing my siste
