Mr. Dean by Mary Jennings EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Mary Jennings
- Language: English
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“We scored that loft apartment in Williamsburg,” I said to my father as
I sat at the table laden with fine china and silver cutlery. “It’s move-in ready.
I bet we could start renting it for about five thousand a month once Kelsey
gets the lease draft approved by the legal department.”
My father sighed. “Why on earth did you buy a property in
“It’s a very fashionable place to live nowadays, dear,” my stepmother
Beatrice interrupted on my behalf, offering me a conspiratorial smile across
the table. “In fact, Brooklyn is ripe with investment opportunities.”
“Exactly,” I said. “I know you always say you don’t want to clutter our
portfolio with too many residential properties, but the passive income in these
popular areas is too good to pass up, Dad. Especially since we absorbed that
property management company last quarter.”
“Yes, yes, whatever,” he relented, rolling his eyes in a lighthearted
manner. “In that case—good work, son.”
That was the reason why I worked so hard. My father’s praise was not
only a sentimental indication that he was proud of me, but also confirmation
that I was right on track to take over the throne of Dean Properties someday
soon. My career was everything to me. I’d do whatever it took to convince
my father I was worthy of the family legacy he’d worked so hard to create.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said as a member of the kitchen staff entered the
dining room to pour each of us a glass of wine.
“What is this? Riesling?” grumbled my father sarcastically.
“Sauvignon Blanc, honey,” Beatrice corrected him. “I told you the chef
was preparing a seafood dish tonight, so I chose a white wine to pair with it.”
“Right,” he muttered, then took a sip as the staff member cautiously left
the room before causing more disgruntlement. “It’s nice, I guess. Good
Beatrice patted my father’s hand affectionately and he relaxed before
my eyes. That was the effect she had on him. I referred to it as the “magic
touch”. Not many people could win my father’s agreement and approval as
easily as my stepmother did with a mere blink of her eyes. They’d been
married for almost ten years, but the miracle of it never ceased to baffle me.
I was twenty-five when Beatrice came into my life. That’s when my
father remarried, just barely a decade after my mother succumbed to the
cancer that had slowly started to conquer her body the year I turned fifteen.
I’d never seen anyone love someone the way my parents loved each other, so
I always assumed my father would spend the rest of his life as a grieving
widow. I was proved wrong when he met Beatrice.
At first, I spent a lot of energy trying to determine what the catch was
when it came to their relationship. However, the truth was, Beatrice wasn’t a
gold-digging spinster who wanted to sink her claws into the Dean fortune by
preying on a broken-hearted aging man. As it turned out, she was a widow,
too; her husband had passed away while serving overseas in 2003, so she
knew all about sudden and unexpected loss. She also came from old New
York money, and therefore had no need for my father’s wealth and status.
Beatrice was kind, patient, and always lovely to be around.