"Good morning, Jade," I greeted her when Uncle Patrick left us alone. She was wearing a distressed jeans and an off shoulder puff sleeves top – a head-turner babe. She would always stand out in a crowd. And I don't want to imagine her with John or Marvin, or any guy in her school.
"Hi, Grant! I'm sorry that Dad has to bother you."
"I offered myself. Do you want to have a breakfast or coffee?"
"No. I'll just wait at Dad's office if you need to do anything first."
"Why don't come with me in my office? You can suggest what you think is better. You know, I'm not good at designing an office room."
She walked in first before me and surveyed my office before sitting at the swivel chair in front of my table.
"I like the color," she said. "But it's so plain. You can add paintings
