"This ship is impressive I must say," Mr Dean remarked as we walk around the cruise- the guy from earlier introducing us to the different places where we we can enjoy as well as the product placement.
"Thank you, Mr Dean, we prepared this just for you," I said with a huge smile on my face- hoping he'd take the hint. "This ship is a facade, you dimint!" I screamed in my head as our eyes kept in contact with with each other.
He smiled and instead of catching on, he looked like he was glad.
"That's great Mrs Rign," he said," I expected no less from you."
I mentally face palmed as I walked beside him- still trying to indirectly convince him to stop this partnership somehow.
Maybe I'm being selfish-but this company is rotten from the inside out. My father may seem fond of me, however,
