Sophia's POV
He looked at me as if I’d sprouted horns. “A cleaner, Sophia? You want to work as a cleaner in my company?” He let out a disbelieving chuckle, shaking his head. “Darling, that’s… that’s just not possible.”
He leaned back in his chair, the plush leather groaning softly, and stared at me. “It’s not just about the money, you see. It would be… it would be a blow to my own face. My own daughter, working as a cleaner in my company? What would people think? What would my employees think?” He ran a hand over his forehead, his brow furrowed with genuine concern, not at my desire to work, but at the nature of the work I was proposing.
I knew he meant well. He saw it as demeaning, as a step down from the life he envisioned for me, a life of ease and comfort, a life of status. But he
