Chapter Seven

Asher was with his father again on one of those compulsory weekly visits he'd devoted for him, wishing he was anywhere but there, yet again.

The old man's condition was worsening, and with it came his incessant demand that Asher have a son. The man was nothing but a pest, Asher thought, staring at the machine that kept his father alive.

"I understand the problem, Asher. You don't think any woman is worthy. I don't either." His father spoke up, each word sounding like a sickly croak.

"Like your sisters. They have been nothing but leeches to me, such regrettable investments."

Asher was fuming. He didn't want a woman, because he knew a lot of them only wanted him for his money, but he would be damned if his father ever thought they were alike. His father hated women, even his daughters, so much that the only reasonable jobs in his company were never given to women. It was something Asher had begun to change and he was already seeing more female investors who had avoided the company b