Chapter 88: Questions
"You couldn’t have refused the lunch invitation," Aiden said as though he could read Amelia’s mind. "Daddy dearest had given his order. I am told to drag you out for a meal by hook or by crook."
"Aren’t you an obedient son," Amelia commented.
Aiden merely chortled in good humor. "Hard not to be, when I depend on the old man for some pocket change," he said. "My brother has been in charge of X’el International for years, refusing to let anyone else step up and learn the ropes even though it’s a family business. I am reduced to the need to find jobs in odd corners of the city."
He then gestured to the motorcycle outside, parked on the street.
"Why else would I race?" he asked. "If I could sit in a fancy office all day and sign documents just to take a fat paycheck, I would too."
Amelia wrinkled her nose. "Matteo’s job isn’t as easy as signing a few papers all day."
"How hard can it be?" Aiden said, shrugging nonchalantly. However, he refused to linger on the topic. "Anyway, question one, how did you and my brother meet?"
"Is this an interrogation?" Amelia asked.
All of a sudden, her appetite had gone down. Even though she loved the food at this diner, she no longer felt like having anything. If anything, Amelia felt more like the food, about to be fed during a zoo’s feeding hours.