Zella
"Quiet girl," Dad hissed. "Do you want everyone listening in on us? And will you smile, dammit,"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I whimpered, forcing a fake smile on my face. “D-Dad, why... Why do you need a recorder in Isaiah's study?"
"It's where he does his business at home," He said as if the answer was obvious and what he was asking me was perfectly normal.
"No, I mean why do-," I swallowed, looking down at the device.
"Walk with me," Dad grabbed my arm and steered me towards the elevator. My heart slammed against my chest.
No, oh God, no, not the elevator. The last time I was in that place, the lights went off, and I didn't get myself for some days.
"C-Can we talk here?" I said breathlessly, digging my leg into the ground. "I-It'll create less suspicion...r-right, Dad?"
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