As the chairman of a huge company, every day was like a battle for Ryan Vanders. He never wasted his time arguing with people he couldn’t beat. He would rather avoid getting into such a mess than explain himself.
When Margot was born, Ryan was glad he had a daughter. He was more grateful to have a daughter than a son, who might end up causing him headaches when growing up. It was two decades later when he realized that a daughter was scarier than a dozen men.
“Yes. I’ll be coming home tonight. I’m looking forward to—”
“Dad!”
Ryan jolted from his seat. It had been a while since he heard that familiar scream. “Margot? What happened?” he asked his daughter who was looking at him in disappointment. He didn’t know what caused her to do that but he could already guess it wasn’t going to be a
