Yanex
I saw how Amelia ran out of the office and looked back toward her dad.
“Now what?” I asked him as I put my hands on my waist.
He should know his fūcking daughter, for heaven’s sakes, I know her. I knew that she was going to storm out. She held it in for so long that she was bound to snap.
“She just needs to blow off some steam. She will be back.” He replied nonchalantly and sat back down on the chair behind his desk.
His wife looked at him, scoffed, then stood up. “I will go talk to her.” She said as she passed by me and tightened my shoulder.
“I hope for all of our sakes that my father didn’t send off one of his goons over here to keep an eye out on me.” I said as I sat back down on the chair, leg bouncing up and down while rubbing my chin.
“It seems you are nervous.” A
