As soon as I arrived back home, I noticed my mother waiting for me at the entrance.
My stomach tied itself into a knot as she walked over, inspecting me closely.
"Your hair has lost some of its curls from this morning. Make sure you use more hairspray next time," she frowned, "Now go to meet with your father, he's waiting for you in the study."
"Yes, mother." I stepped inside and walked down the long hall to the study while my mother stayed back to speak with the driver.
The amount of monitoring is insane.
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As I approached the doors of my father's study, I noticed them opening and a familiar yet frightening person walking out.
No. Why is he here?
A pair of beady eyes locked onto me, sizing me up and down. Karl licked his lips as he followed the curves of my body.
"Leslie, you're finally here", my father said, looking over at me.
He clearly saw the lust-filled expression on Karl's face but said nothing, even smiling.
