A Little Bit of Luck
Prologue
“When I was four years old you would call me princess,” Mackenzie said, crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair, “I believed you for a while. By the time I was five you began calling me a child, and that part was true. By the time I was eight you were well on your way to disowning me, along with your wife and your son.
“When I was 15 I asked why you cared about the money so much. Maybe you don’t remember but you told me it was because without it we wouldn’t have the lifestyle we have. But you lied, because two years later you disowned us for Alva. You kept your lifestyle and we down graded. So what does that make you? A liar.
“So you can call me whatever you like when I grow up. But just remember, if the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree then what does that make you?”
These were Mackenzie’s parting words to her father, right before she walked out of his office on her 18th birthday. It was the last time she had seen, let alone talked to, him. But that was all about to change.
“When I was 15 I asked why you cared about the money so much. Maybe you don’t remember but you told me it was because without it we wouldn’t have the lifestyle we have. But you lied, because two years later you disowned us for Alva. You kept your lifestyle and we down graded. So what does that make you? A liar.
“So you can call me whatever you like when I grow up. But just remember, if the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree then what does that make you?”
These were Mackenzie’s parting words to her father, right before she walked out of his office on her 18th birthday. It was the last time she had seen, let alone talked to, him. But that was all about to change.