ZION’S POV
My hunch was right all along—I know now the reason why my parents have been pressuring me to make my move, to attend the meetings, to have myself involved. It finally sunk into me and I cannot help, but to curse myself. I love what I am doing, but this is not it. This is not what I want to happen.
“Sir Zion, are you alright? Do you want to take a break?”
I smile at my father’s assistant and nod. “I think so, too. Will it be okay if I leave for a while?”
She looks hesitant and I can guess so much that my father already told her to not let me leave the building. I sighed and she looks like she is about to panic because she cannot say that I cannot leave. I just smiled again and simply told her that I just plan to go to the café downstairs. I assured her that I will
