Chapter 7: The View from the Top
The next morning, the Belmont was a hive of activity. Guests were checking out, valets were sprinting to fetch cars, and the wedding staff was already beginning the breakdown of the ballroom.
I had breakfast on my terrace. Thomas brought the morning report personally.
“The Morrison party has checked out, sir,” Thomas said, setting a fresh pot of coffee on the table. “Mr. Derek Morrison was very quiet this morning. He paid the bill in full, including the incidentals, without saying a word.”
“Good.”
“Your parents are in the lobby. They’ve asked to see you before they leave for the airport. They’ve declined the shuttle to the Countryside Inn.”
I took a sip of coffee. “Tell them I’ll meet them in the library in ten minutes.”
When I walked into the library, my parents were sitting on the edge of the leather sofas, looking small amidst the towering shelves of first editions. My father stood up as soon as I entered.
“Jason,” he said, his voice thick. “We… we didn’t sleep much last night.”
“I imagine not,” I said, taking a seat opposite them.
“We feel like fools,” my mother whispered, her eyes red from crying. “All those years, we pushed you toward Derek’s path. We looked down on what you were doing because we didn’t understand it. We thought we were ‘helping’ you by being ‘realistic.’ But we were just blind.”
“You weren’t blind, Mom. You were just looking at the wrong things. You valued the title and the flash. I valued the foundation.”
“Can you forgive us?” my father asked. “For the motel? For everything?”
I looked at them. I saw the genuine regret in their eyes, but I also saw the lingering shock. They didn’t know how to talk to me anymore. The power dynamic had shifted so violently that the old language of “parent and struggling child” was obsolete.
“I’m not angry,” I said, and I meant it. “But things have to change. If we’re going to have a relationship, it has to be based on who I actually am, not the version of me you invented to make yourselves feel better about Derek.”
“We want that,” my mother said. “We really do.”
“Then go home. Reflect on that. I’ll call you next week.”
They left, walking out through the grand lobby of the hotel I owned, looking like tourists in their own lives.
A few minutes later, Derek walked in. He looked terrible. His suit was wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were hollow.
“I’m leaving,” he said, standing by the door.
“Safe travels, Derek.”
He looked around the room, then back at me. “How did you do it? Really? I’ve been working eighty-hour weeks at the firm for a decade, and I’m still just an employee. You… you own all of this.”
“I stopped looking for someone to give me a seat at the table, Derek. I just started building my own table. While you were busy making sure everyone knew how successful you were, I was busy actually being successful. There’s a difference.”
Derek nodded slowly. “I think I hate you a little bit. But I also think I’ve never respected you more.”
“I don’t need your respect, Derek. But I’ll take the honesty.”
He turned to leave, then stopped. “The cake was actually really good. You were right about the texture.”
“I know,” I said.
He walked out.
I stayed at the Belmont for another two days. I walked the grounds, talked to the staff, and reviewed the revenue projections for the next quarter. I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t known in years. The secret was out, the ghost was gone, and the empire was still standing.
As I drove out through the stone gates on Monday afternoon, heading back to my life in Charleston, I passed the Countryside Inn. The neon sign was still flickering. The weeds were still growing in the parking lot.
I didn’t feel the need to look back. I didn’t need to prove anything else. I had built a world where I was no longer the shadow. I was the master of the house.
And the view from the top was exactly as I had imagined it would be.
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