VICTORIA'S POV
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Shit is about to go down, or it's the mere illusion of it while my heart rapidly beats faster and faster while I hold my breath as I walk into my father's study. The door was wide open, and that, too, is something that changed. I remember growing up, finding the door constantly closed unless someone was inside with my dad, or he was just getting something.
Here I stand now, staring at the grayed hair man who's been a constant until I shoved him out of my life, reading through paperwork, still tirelessly working the empire he had built for his family, for himself. He glances up at me, eyes soft, smile tender.
"What can I do for you, Victoria?" he asks in such a heartfelt way, a reminder of the doting father I've always had, and somehow forgotten.
"I wanted to talk to
