Graciela’s POV
‘It was a middle school’ my father’s words reverberate around me, making me feel sick, it was wrong.’
Joseph is walking again but he turns back to my father at his words, ‘it was an untapped outlet Gregory. I gave you a prime location to push product, not worked by any of my distributors before. Those customers had rich parents, bottomless pockets and I handed it too you on a silver platter, and what did you do? You stabbed me in the back, spat my offer back in my face and left me to look weak in front of my rivals.’
My dad shook his head, his chest heaving as he struggled to speak, ‘they were children’ he groaned, ‘won’t . . . do . . it.’
Another fist to the face then a punch to the stomach that has my father bent double, gasping for breath.
Joseph pulls a handkerchief
