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A knock on Tulip's door stopped her train of thought. She looked as dada entered her room. He was dress in a black three pieces Armani suit. He looked every bit of the leader he was.
Though it was her great grandfather who had started their business but it was dada who has taken if to a different height. Even though he wasn't there in Bagota all time he never failed to complete his family duties and even after being through so much s**t he was still going strong. He was her ideal and she wanted nothing more to follow his footsteps and make him proud.
Tulip stood up as he came to her. There was something different about the way he looked at her then.
"You look so much like
