"Clara, don't try to turn the tables. You seem to have grown a lot of wings these past years."
"Mr. Walter, I have mentioned time after time that my mother's company had nothing to do with you. As for your company’s loss, I promise to sort things out sooner.”
“Mr. Walter? Clara, is this a way of addressing your father?”
“Ohhh, my bad! That sure isn't the address for my beloved father who has left me stranded in Europe,” I shot back sarcastically.
“Clara!!!”
“I’m standing right here, Mr. Walter. You don’t have to scream,”
“I’ve had enough of your sarcasm! You can’t be a simple sweet child like your elder sister—you…”
“Step-sister, you mean,”
Our conversation was interrupted by the broadcaster who had just mentioned the loss of business collaborations affecting the Gray Business Enterprise. In a fit of rage, my father smashed the television.
“CLARA!!!!!!!!!!!” he roared, looking furious.
“Dad, I promise to…”
"You better fix this immediately or else,I would smash it down just like I did to the TV!”
"Is this a threat?" I asked while raising a brow.
"You should go back to Europe; you and Mum have always been a headache."