She pulled herself up from the floor and walked to the bed, picked up her phone and called her Father, her phone pressed to her ear while it ranged lowly.
"Hello, Pa."
"Isn't that my one and only lovely daughter?" His voice answered through the phone and immediately she heard her Mother's own, from a distance as usual.
"Isn't that my one and only daughter," she mimicked him sarcastically. "If you were half as passionate for the investors meeting we had today, how good that would have gone."
"I could say the same about you in some other things," he teased. "When it comes to our daughter, I'm doing the work for the both of us, Sweetheart."
"What?! No. Romito and I are as close as we are supposed to be," then her voice started getting really distant than it had started out to be, Ivy cou
