[ WP ] When you were young , your father left you and your mother for another woman . 30 years later you are the CEO of a big company and your father pays a visit for the first time

`` Tell them their offer is ridiculous. 230 tops or we walk'', a shout at my secretary over the cell. The wind was furious that morning, and the walk from the parking structure to the building was still just a little too long. 
 
 The riffraff sat in the same place on the sidewalk every day. They knew we were all going into work at the Big Goddamned Deal, Inc. building, and would ask for handouts. Old Jenny was alright, and sometimes I would hand her whatever was left of my breakfast; her gratitude was refreshing in a world full of sharks and leeches. 
 
 Old Jenny had been gone a long time though. I never did get around to talking to her, finding out her story. Or sharing mine. 
 
 Today there was some dumb geezer, grabbing and shoving My Employees, asking to get his free lunch. 
 
 `` Liz, forward security. Got a bum problem out front.'' 
 
 `` On it. ``, she chimed back. 
 
 Some days I wondered which one of us was really in charge. If I died, could she just keep my commands coming. 
 
 `` Probably'', I smiled to myself. 
 
 I hastened my walk and averted my eyes from bum geezer. I really did n't need any grubby digits on my suit this morning, and I had too much to do to get shaken around by riffraff. 
 
 `` You're him!'' the geezer shouts. 
 
 `` No, no, I just work here'', I mumble, about to break into a run. Need to ask Liz to order a fresh pair of shoes, I was suddenly worried about the tread on this pair. 
 
 `` My son! My baby boy! Come here and give your pops a hug! ``, shouts the demented geezer. 
 
 I look at his face and see my own look back at me. My mom had a few pictures, a strong proud looking man stood over my crib. This geezer was neither. 
 
 I stop and confront. `` No way bud, you need to find somewhere else to go now. Security is coming.'' 
 
 A glance toward the large turnstile doors to see 3 of them hustling toward me. 
 
 `` Elisa May! I did your mother wrong! But you've got to forgive me!'' 
 
 The words struck a chord. She kept his name, maybe for convenience. No one really knew her maiden name. 
 
 `` What did you say?'' I replied, still trying to sound authoritative other the gusts on wind. 
 
 `` You have to understand son,'' the geezer weeps, `` I made a mistake.'' 
 
 `` Ok, so what? Even if your claims are true,'' I waive my hands like we are in arbitration, `` what does this mean to me?'' 
 
 `` You have to forgive me... Or else...'' 
 
 `` Excuse me! Or else what?'' 
 
 He's twitchy, and glaces around. 
 
 `` Or else *she gets to k-k-keep me... *''
