Nita supposed she should be happy that her father, Tim Jacobs, was as delighted with the whole concept of his baby girl going into business for herself as the man was. She might have been if he was less thrilled with her ability to make a steady income from rents alone, and more vocal about his faith in her product.
"Now, Nita, don't you go getting all feisty on me," he began, but she'd cut him off and given him an exaggerated eye roll.
Of course, he'd caught her, thanks to his newfound love for FaceTime. He'd been affronted by her lack of respect, but then he ruined it by smirking right along with her.
Curse you, Apple!
"Sorry, Daddy, but we already spoke yesterday, and I have a million things to do. I have to go," she smiled.
"You sure? You know if you raise the rent a little bit
