Yala's POV
He looked at my father coldly, at the same time incredulous. I could see the fury burning in his eyes, but I continued smiling, because I knew that my sunny disposition grated on his nerves, and I enjoyed it all.
"Alright Mr. Smith," he ignores me once again, speaking only to my father. Charles really thinks that I'm totally insignificant here. I could respond again, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of raising my voice at him.
"I believe we will have another time to talk, nonetheless, think about everything I said. Businesses are run calmly and wisely, not by people with no skills or self-control." Charles told my father.
If I lacked self-control, he would have already vanished from this office. I think, truly irritated, even though my smile is still in place.
"Char
