“Dad, can you stop screaming my name like that? For the umpteenth time, I'm coming. I just finished dressing up!” Riley shouted, tossing her purse aside before heading to her father's study.
Without knocking, she pushed open the door to find him sitting on a white armchair. He was supposed to be prepared for work, but his appearance looked far from it. His white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his tie was suspended around his neck. He sat laid-back, with his left ankle crossed over his opposite knee.
He had a grim expression on his face.
“Hey Dad, what's up? You're supposed to be in the office by now, yet you stayed back to scream my name from the moment I entered the bathroom. Do you want me to get you something?” Riley said, her words rushed.
“Me and you need to talk,”
Ril
