Ava stood at her door, hands on her hips. She looked very, very cross.
Owen Grayson stood facing her, outside her door, a sly, amused grin on his face. "What Do You Want?" Ava asked.
"What do you mean? I came to see my sister, of course. What did you expect me to do, after you completely ignored me earlier today?" Owen replied, leaning on the doorframe.
"You're the new boss, huh?" He added.
"You came to my house this late, just to see me? That's not surprising. You're sick" Ava shot and Owen chuckled.
"Relax, Ava. You're too uptight. You've always been."
"Well, what did the old man leave me? That's all I came for " he said and made to enter the house.
Ava put forth her foot and blocked half the entrance with her body. "Don't Try Me, Owen. Please Leave" she warned.
