“You better stop this Amanda or I will interfere myself.” Dad commanded. Amanda looked shaken by the way dad stormed into her office. It’s not every day you see 2 black cars park on both entrances of The Devil’s Alley. Not to mention men in trench coats going inside past 2am.
Despite my constant self-promises to stop being indulged in such situations, I get dragged without trying. Though, this time, it was personal. I had to take matters in my own hands.
“I see my nephew is here” Aunt Amanda smiled cynically at me, which I returned with a scowl. I never liked aunt Amanda.
“Do not dodge my words sister, that never ended well when we were younger, won’t end well now” Dad threatened.
Her office reeked of the smell of burning ink and fresh paper.
We were at her main office in Wonder Works
