MAIN VILLA
4:17 p.m.
I walk into my father’s office, and he doesn’t even glance at me.
I lean nonchalantly against one of the walls, staring at him with indifference.
I’m exactly fifteen minutes late. Knowing that even one minute is unacceptable.
I’m exhausted, but he remains impassive as if he hasn’t noticed my presence. Finally, he breaks the silence:
“You’re late.”
“Getting out of prison isn’t exactly easy. I had to go through all the security checks, and there was traffic on the way.”
“I gave you thirty f*****g minutes-you should’ve figured it out!”
“You can’t just walk in and out of prison whenever you want.”
He stands up furiously and sweeps the papers off his desk. I don’t flinch-too used to his extreme mood swings.
“You’re such a f*****g failure! Ever since I placed you
