Akiva wondered if one day he, too, would be shutting down his kids’ creative ideas… in the name of being a Frankel

Y

osef was everything you could want in an assistant. He was a whiz at what he did and was going to be the most efficient husband in the world to some lucky girl one day.

But right now, Akiva wanted him to go away.

“You told him about the BIM? Like really told him? What about the presentation? The facts and figures, why it was scalable, and the potential returns—”

“Yosef,” Akiva barked. “Stop quoting the presentation at me. No, I did not tell him any of those things, mainly because the conversation was two seconds long.”

Akiva watched Yosef’s mouth open in protest, then snap shut.

He cringed inwardly as he imagined his assistant’s thoughts. Man up, Akiva, it’s your father. You’re 34, and you can’t get a sentence out without being shut down? You’re the COO, but you have no say in the business operations. That’s sad, boss, just sad.

And with a jolt, he realized his assistant’s imaginary narrative sounded suspiciously like his own voice….

Maybe that was why he was in a royally bad mood by the time he pulled into his driveway at five o’clock.