Chapter 216: Brothers from another mother
Andrew was ridiculously nervous.
Having been away from work for so long, it felt strange going back after being away from work for a week. He was worried about how the others were going to take it.
He’d basically up and left, and apparently left the whole company in disarray. Richard had been telling him about what had happened while he was gone, and it had been a disaster.
Maxwell hadn’t been himself, and everyone knew it. Richard had warned Andrew that people had connected the dots to Andrew not being around the company anymore, and things might be...a little intense for him.
For that reason alone, Richard was coming to pick him up in the morning to take him to work. The other reason was to make sure he didn’t run away. Richard didn’t know that everything had gone over well the previous day, even if he did know that he was meeting up with Maxwell. He probably wanted to question him about it.
Thankfully, while Andrew had been out shopping with the Moms the previous day, he had made sure to pick up an outfit appropriate for work. He really had very few things to wear since everything was back at Maxwell’s, and when Luis had wanted to go on a spree, he told her that her husband had already done so, and Maxwell would be pissed.
That had put a damper on her spree tendencies, but it was clear that she wasn’t happy about that. So, he’d settled for two more outfits, one of which that he would need to wear to work. That outfit was a thick, cable knit sweater similar to something that Micheal liked to wear, but in a burnt orange, more mellow shade. It was an expensive piece, since the wool was from a particular farm, and it was handmade. The pants were also made from an expensive fabric, and although they looked black, they weren’t actually, and were covered in small shapes. In the right light they were brightly coloured.
Luis had practically forced him to wear them, and was insistent that he get it, so here he was. Wearing one of the outfits that Maxwell’s mother had bought him as a gift. Andrew flushed, adjusting the glasses that Kim had got him, and the shoes that May had bought him.
He felt...he felt cared for. It was a nice feeling.
Richard slammed into the house, May sighing as Andrew was in the middle of cleaning up the dishes from breakfast.
"Could you be more quiet? Your Father is still asleep." May told her son, annoyed. She was sitting at the small two seater table that she had set earlier with the breakfast that Andrew was now cleaning up from. A plate of food was sitting on the counter cooling for the still sleeping Ford.