Bossed.

Yolanda's standpoint

   I stared at dad as he stared back at me with his cold look, the one he uses on every other people but me. Since what happened two days ago, he had been quiet, locked away and obviously thinking. The next thing I knew, I was here. He sat behind his office table, his palms folded under his chin and lips pressed into a thin line; he was terrifying me.

   'Dad, are you going to speak now?' He remained mute, his gaze turning colder and sharper. 'Please? My teacher is waiting for me…'

   'You wouldn't be having any lessons today, I cancelled it.'

   'Why?'

   'Yolanda, wi