Raygan POV
She sat in her father’s office after breakfast. His entire unit were in the room and the door was closed; it was hardly ever closed. This must be one of those moments where you were in trouble, not that she could really recall what they were like at all. Was too old to remember being in here getting in trouble.
Had strolled on in here all casual like after going and getting changed, was currently wearing a pair of blue palazzo pants and a soft cream short sleeved silk blouse, had taken up a seat on the couch and made herself comfortable. As though it was her office. Even though her father was sitting right behind his desk, had watched her walk into the room, noted the change of clothes even, was now sitting in his chair looking right at her.
He likely expected her to sit acr
