Chapter 8

"Is this... true? You're not just looking for an excuse to pick on me?" I asked, feeling hopeless.

"Why does the daughter of this company's founder find it so hard to accept that this will also work in her favor?" he inquired curiously.

That was the problem. My father had never favored me before, except for letting me be an intern or approving my attempt to sell a run-down building that nobody wanted to sell.

"You must have been raised with high expectations and ambitions..." he surmised nonchalantly. "You know what you're facing. You may leave."

Speechless, I opened the door to leave, though he spoke to me before I exited.

"It's an ambitious project, and I like ambitious people. Don't disappoint me; I can forgive and accept rejection, but not the loss of my money," he assured, focused on his documents.

I didn't even know what to say to him. I was speechless from the shock of so much new information all at once.

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I typed furiously on my poor computer, looking up various topics