The struggle.

CHAPTER TWENTY

SALLY

I paced my office with my finger in my mouth. I couldn't believe any of these things happened. I personally supervised chemicals used for those new products, and I made sure my production manager and the cosmestic manager did their jobs there, too.

This had never happened. The first time it did, dad was able to control it before it got to the press, and it was only a minor issue.

My head was spinning terribly, and I thought of what to do. The news made my whole system grow weak the very moment I heard it.

My phone began to ring, and I quickly took my gaze to the screen. My heart sank deep into my stomach, and my knees grew even weaker.

I began to tear up, but I quickly gathered myself and picked up the call.

"Hello, dad," I called out in a panicking tone.

"Dad?" He fired at me. "Dad?"

He sounded very disappointed, and I just shut my eyes tightly and listened with a heavy heart as he began to lash me.

"Do you know what you are doing, Sally?" He asked me.

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