Sophia's POV
The scent of lemon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air in my father’s study. It was a comforting aroma that always signaled a moment of calm. I sat opposite him, holding a mug of tea, the warmth seeping into my hands. My father was a man of quiet observation. I've noticed his sharp mind was always working, always taking in every detail. For the past few months that we met, I'd say he's just been so caring and understanding. And now, he was giving me those listening ears once again.
“It’s been… a lot, Dad,” I began, swirling the liquid in my mug. I had been telling him about my new cleaning job, a position I’d taken more out of a need for observation than anything else. Although, I haven't really done that kind of tedious work before, nor have I worked in the corporate
