I told myself that as long as I treated Felicity well and built a good life together, things would get better with time.
Three months after the wedding, determined to prove myself and change the family's opinion, I quit my job and told Felicity I wanted to join Henson Group.
She hesitated. "You want to work at the company? My dad probably won't go for it."
I insisted.
"I want to try. I'm just sitting around doing nothing. Let me contribute."
She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded.
Otis refused, just as she'd predicted.
When Felicity brought it up, I stood off to the side, hands at my sides, back straight. He glanced at me once. I still remember that look.
It wasn't anger. It wasn't opposition.
It was pure indifference. The way you'd look at something that simply didn't matter.
Still, he agreed in the end. "Fine. If he wants to come, let him come. Admin needs someone to handle the grunt work."
Felicity opened her mouth to say something, but I caught her arm and stopped her.
I spent four months doing grunt work in the admin department.
Photocopying. Running errands. Hauling water cooler jugs. Organizing archives. Every menial task there was.
I didn't complain. I wasn't in a position to.