Mia.
"Dad, where are we going?" I ask a thousand and one times, but he answers with the same goofy grin he has been giving me since we left the house.
I hate surprises.
They make me so unsettled, and I can't stop my curiosity and constantly asking myself what it is.
"A little more patience, baby," he smirks, enjoying the fact that I hate waiting.
"Okay, how further?"
"2 minutes"
"Yes," I shout, fisting my hands, and he chuckles, shaking his head.
I love him so much.
As my dad promised, two minutes later, the car pulls up to an enormous skyscraper in the busy streets of New York. What catches my attention is the name written in bold on top of it. 'Vulcan's enterprise,' I didn't know we had a business going here.
" What is it, Dad?" I enquire, looking around in amazement. I alread
