Stacy Jackson

Stacy parked her car and in a flash rushed out of the car, she nearly somersaulted because her high heels could barely hold the speed or rather, could barely lift her weight.

She barged into the living room and saw how empty it was, there was only one place for her dad to be by this time of the day and that was the dining room. It was his breakfast hour anyway.

She tried calming down on her way but she could not, the more she tried to understand why her dad has to make a way with her money the angrier she gets.

"Dad, with all due respect, what happened to my money?"

She questioned her dad the moment she got to the dining room.

"You mean my money, Stacy?"

He asked her warmly.

She puffed her cheeks and glared at her dad. When did her dad start to refer to her money as his?

"Dad, you know what I am talking about, you don't have to do that"

She said a bit calmer this time around.

Mr. Jackson dropped his fork and wiped his mouth, he suddenly lost his appetite. He can't