Serena P. O. V.
Every time I got a phone call from my father, my body would freeze. Even from afar, he always managed to bring out the terror that terrified me.
I shouldn't be afraid of my father, but that's what I always experienced.
It was also what made me reluctant to go home. If there was nothing urgent, I wouldn't go home. Besides, Father wouldn't look for me either. He rarely even calls me. Whenever he calls, it's only for important matters. He wouldn't call me just to ask how I was doing.
I took a deep breath before exiting the room and heading for the phone booth. Dad has a loud voice. Without a loudspeaker, other people can hear his voice. So I would rather not disturb my colleagues.
“Serena Alexander!” Dad preceded me to ask how he was doing. Of all the people who knew
