Katherine
I was approaching the door of our house when I heard someone knocking. I was about to leave and go to the company. The papers I needed to sign were piling up so I had to make an appearance in my office.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to see my kind father and stepsister outside our house. Before I could even ask them what they needed from me, my father's strong hand hit my face.
"How dare you slander us to Mr. Brixton, Katherine! Because of you and your good-for-nothing husband, Mr. Brixton stopped all cooperation of his company with the Harret Group!" my father confronted me, panting with anger.
I put my hand on my cheek that he had slapped. It suddenly went numb from the force of his slap. It seemed he had used all his strength on my cheek. He really didn't restrai
