Connor sat on his seat, inside his office, fuming in anger but his anger only came along with his silence.
McKenzie sat on the couch in front of the Connor’s seat, as she looked at him with hooded eyes and then looked back at Kennedy and her mother, who was burning on the inside with sorrow and rage.
McKenzie turned towards her father and called him out, attaining his attention.
“I am sorry, if I hadn’t messed up with the Mayhews, I mean... with Alexander, maybe he would have voted for me today.”
Connor looked at his daughter, ascertain that she was right about everything that she was talking about but at the same time, his soul was growling in angst against the Mayhews and their audacity to manipulate with his company.
“No matter what you had done, they would have still done what the
