"STAFFORD! Where the hell did Andrew go?" I yelled at the first worker I saw with anger infused in my voice.
"Uh... I think he uh... went home, Mr. Moscovitz," the scared worker stuttered.
"I can't belive that child!" I screamed as I knocked the lamp off of Stafford's desk.
I ran down the stairs, jumped into my Mercedes, and drove through every red light to the suite Andy's staying in at the Plaza. I pounded on the door furiously and waited for Andy to answer.
"Hello, can I help you," a hot blonde (who must have been Allison) answered the door.
"Uh... Ya, is Andy here?" I asked.
"Yep I'll just go get him" Allison answered before she disappeared.
I probably waited 5 minutes before Andy, finally, showed up at the door.
"Hey Michael," he greeted.
"It's Mr. Moscovitz to you." I replied trying to be a strict boss.
"Dude is something wrong," shit I probably did something to piss Michael off.
"You LEFT the office?"
"Well ya, I was done all the paperwork."
"And should have waited to leave until I got there. What if someone was trying to reach me?"
"Wow dude I'm sorry it'll never happen again."
"Of course it won't, you're lucky I didn't fire you for that one. I will see you tomorrow morning at 8 A.M." With that said I turned around and went home.
"Beautiful, I'm home." I yelled hoping Mia would hear me.
"Welcome home sexy beast," Mia greeted as she wrapped her arms around my neck, looked me in the eye, then placed her lips on mine. I deepened the kiss into tonsil hockey then picked her up and carried her to our bedroom.
Dammit! I almost lost my job. I don't think Michael and I are going to be friends anymore. Well , no matter what, he'll always be my step brother-in-law. Oh well I'm going to take Allison out and have a good time tonight.
The Next Day 6:00 A.M.
"Mia turn off your fucking alarm clock, I don't have to get up till 7:00." Micheal mumbled half asleep.
"K, I'm going to go take Jacky home and visit daddy today."
"Okay have fun baby. I love you."
"I love you too Micheal." I leaned over and gave him a small peck on the check. I phoned Lars to have my private jet ready for 7:00 A.M. Then left for the 2 hour plane to Dad's house.