Dex's dad sat in front of us again with a small wooden box in his hand. The box was a dark wood with gold lining. In the center was a carved golden mermaid. It was actually a very beautiful box.
"Here." He pushed it toward Dex, his face full of rage.
Dex opened the box and looked inside. He rummaged through its contents, before quickly closing it. He looked seriously at his father again.
"Where is it?" He asked him slightly accusatory.
"Where's what?" He asked, he held a small smirk, very obviously lying.
"Her pearl. It's not here." Dex was getting mad. I could hear it in his tone and see it in his eyes.
"Oh no. Is it not there? What a shame." His dad smirked at him, as he reclined back in his seat. What a conniving d**k.
"Don't give me that. Where is it? You know it's rightf
