NADIA’S POV
As I walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but hiss at the terrible aesthetics at the head office of Calloway foundation. Even though I ran the foundation on paper, I had little authority, little enough that I couldn’t determine how the head office should look. My job around here was simple. I was to attend fundraisers, attend events to donate, and sign the never ending documents submitted by Peter, the man that watched my every move according to the order of my father.
“You are late today, Miss,” Peter said, hands in his pocket.
I was caught in a frenzy, afraid he would tell my father about it. That shouldn’t happen.
“There was a situation,” I said as I marched forward uneasily.
“What situation would that be?” he asked without flinching.
I was right in front of him an
