"I expected…"
“I told you to keep a low profile,” Charles snapped. “I told you to stay out of her way while we figured out how to handle this. And what did you do? You chose to provoke her on her first day.”
Charles pressed his fingers to his temple. Then he looked up and glared at Elvis.
“You don’t need me to remind you who that girl is, or what it means now that she’s here, do you?”
A heavy silence followed.
Charles let out another loud exhale and leaned forward. "We need time to figure out how to handle this properly. Which means you need to keep low, keep your mouth shut, and…" an ugly once over…." apologise to her."
The word landed like a physical blow, and Elvis stared at his father. No, not stared. Glared.
“Apologise?” he repeated, his face twisting as if the word tasted bit
