LIANA
I let out a groan and stepped back, "If you insist."
I pulled the chair in front of his desk closer and dropped into it with a dramatic sigh, "I still don't know why you're acting like this, Dad."
"I'm not acting like anything," he said, opening the file and flipping through the pages. "I'm simply telling you to grow up."
He picked up his green pen and started writing, marking a few places before turning another page.
I rested my chin on my palm, "I have grown up, haven't I?"
He looked up for a second, "Not really."
I frowned, "What does that mean?"
"You still need some training."
I scoffed, "You're just saying that."
He didn't answer.
Instead, he looked back at the file as if it suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world.
I watched him quietly.
Normally, he
