Jacquelin Thomas - Five Star Desire

Malcolm was the heir of the late Robert DePaul’s multimillion-dollar estate and chain of luxury hotel and spa resorts. Kellen was glad to see that his father had finally made peace with the discovery that his parents had kept the truth of his biological father a secret from him. For the majority of his life, Malcolm had grown up believing that Theodore Alexander was his father, but his mother had taken the truth to her grave.

“We love you, Daddy,” Zaire said.

He smiled. “I love all of you, as well. Today we are here to celebrate Kellen and his accomplishment. He graduated with honors.” Malcolm turned to him. “Your mother and I are very proud of you. There was a moment when we weren’t sure you were going to attend college, much less graduate school...” He suddenly broke into a grin. “But I’m happy to say that you proved us wrong.”

“I admit I partied a lot when I first went off to college,” Kellen confessed with a tiny smile, “but when you made me come home for a semester when I was a freshman—it changed my perspective, Dad. I didn’t see it back then, but it was probably the best thing you could’ve done for me.” He wrapped an arm around his mother. “I really appreciate your support and all those late-night talks, Mom.”

Barbara placed a loving hand to his cheek. “Your father is right. We are very proud of you.”

“Kellen, we’re all so proud of you, too,” Zaire interjected without preamble. “Now can we eat? I’m starving.”

Laughter rang out around the room filled with his family.

“C’mon,” Sage uttered. “She’s eating for two. When I was pregnant with Honor, all I could think about was food.”

Her husband, Ryan, nodded in agreement.

“Zaire, you don’t have to wait any longer, sweetie. Dinner’s ready,” Barbara announced when she returned from the kitchen.

Everyone followed her to the formal dining room.

Kellen not only felt good about being home, he was home for good and ready to take on the world—more specifically the Special Projects Director position for Alexander-DePaul Design Group. Kellen had had his eye on the employment opportunity since it posted. He was confident his father would give him the job.

“I see you made all of my favorites,” Kellen stated. “Thanks, Mom. I have to tell you that I’ve really missed your homemade biscuits, fried catfish and especially your collard greens.”

“Have you learned to cook anything outside of hot dogs and hamburgers?” Zaire inquired.

Kellen nodded. “I’m pretty good with breakfast foods. I can make some mean omelets.”

“That sounds good,” his younger sister said. “You can make me one for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“Zaire, do you ever stay at your house?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, but when my husband’s out of town, I usually stay out here. Tyrese is leaving tonight for New York.”

Some unknown assailant had attacked Zaire over a year ago, and now that she was pregnant, her husband preferred that she stay with her parents whenever he was out of town. There were a few times when Franklin, the loyal and trusted head of security his parents had inherited after Robert’s death, stayed with her when she chose to remain home.

Seated at the dining room table, Kellen let his gaze wander around, landing on his parents and his siblings, before he sampled his food. “Mom...superb...”

Barbara smiled. “Thank you, dear.”

His gaze landed on Dreyden. Silently, he noted that his brother had lost weight in a relatively short period of time. When Dreyden had surprised him in Atlanta just a couple of months ago, he’d looked fine.

“Dreyden, what’s up with you?” Kellen inquired in a low voice after everyone settled down in the large family room after dinner. “I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t eat much at dinner. To be honest, you don’t look like you’re feeling well.”

“I’ve just been really tired lately,” his brother responded with a slight shrug. “We just finished tax season, so I won’t be working late as much.”

“Why don’t you take a vacation?” Kellen suggested. “Go somewhere exotic.”

Dreyden smiled. “I’ve been thinking about that myself. Maybe I’ll see a travel agent next week and plan a trip.”

“Do it,” he encouraged. “You need a break away from work.” Kellen was worried about his brother. He had never seen him look so pale or exhausted.

He rose to his feet.

“Where are you going?” Dreyden asked.

“I need to talk to Dad about the Special Projects Director position at the Alexander-DePaul Design Group. I applied as soon as it became open, but I haven’t heard anything from human resources.”

“Why don’t you just enjoy being with the family, Kellen?” his brother suggested. “Think about work tomorrow.”

“I’m excited, Dreyden... I really want this job. I’ve been waiting on something like this since before I graduated.”

“I can see that, but just give it a couple of days. It’s better to get the job based on your own merits and not because of your last name.”

“I’ve spent all of this time in school so that I can prepare myself for this position,” Kellen stated. “I’ve earned it.”

“Hello, everybody.”

Kellen turned around to find Harold DePaul standing in the doorway with a young woman he assumed was his fiancée, Amy. He knew that the couple had met at Blaze and Livi’s wedding. Amy and Livi were close friends. “Harold, it’s good to see you.”

Harold and Amy were getting married in a couple of weeks. Kellen was initially surprised that he was engaged to an African American woman—especially after the way he reacted when his uncle left everything to his biological son—Malcolm Alexander. Kellen thought him a racist because of his initial reaction concerning his uncle’s relationship with an African American woman. However, he and many of the DePaul relatives had come to look past skin color. “Congratulations on your surviving grad school. I bought you a gift.”

“Thank you.”

He and Amy moved on to talk with Barbara and Malcolm.

“Harold looks very happy,” Zaire whispered.

Kellen agreed. “I never expected those two to hook up, but I can tell that they are crazy over one another. Talk about irony.”

“I’m glad he’s found someone,” Zaire responded. “William’s illness has been very hard on him.”

“I can’t imagine losing a brother...or a sister.”

“I know.”

Just then Livi walked into the room and made her way over to Harold and Amy. “Hey, you two...I’m glad you made it.”

Kellen walked over to his father and said, “Dad, I applied for the Special Projects Director position a couple of weeks ago. I think the job is perfect for me, but I didn’t get an interview for it. I did have a telephone interview with talent acquisitions, but it was for another position. Do you know what happened? I think they made a mistake.”

“Son, there was no mistake,” Malcolm said. “The director position has already been filled. Someone in-house was promoted. However, the architectural engineer position is yours. You’ll start in a couple of weeks.”

A shred of disappointment snaked down Kellen’s spine. “I really wanted the special projects position. I feel I’m qualified for management.”

“The person selected was more qualified for the position. You don’t have seven-plus years in experience.”

“I’m your son. Surely, you can override the decision to hire someone else.”

Malcolm met his son’s gaze. “What would you have me do, Kellen?”

“I have all of this education and you want me to work in a position that—”

“Let me stop you right there, son,” Malcolm quickly interjected as he held up his hand. “Kellen, you do have the education, but you are lacking when it comes to hands-on experience. There is nothing wrong with starting in an entry-level position and working your way up.”