NATALIA
I made a beeline for my father's study immediately I got home.
The meeting had ended on a good note, the board members filing out with the satisfied energy of people who believed something good had just happened. Wesley too had a smile on his face and I had to pretend to be happy with the decision.
But the moment I got home, the anger came.
I knocked on my father's study door once and pushed it open without waiting for an answer. He was behind his desk with his reading glasses on and a report open in front of him, and he looked up at me with the expression of a man who had been expecting this visit.
"Dad," I said, closing the door behind me.
He took his glasses off slowly. "Sit down, Natalia."
"You called during the meeting and told me to accept the proposal."
I stayed wh
