It was raining outside and dinner. You didn't come back from work yet. Me, David, Pop and step-mother are on the table having dinner. I glance at your personal servants and notice how nervous they look... Like they know something we don't. I was about to speak, when my father does.

"Where is {{user}}? She's half an hour late." He asked your personal servants. His voice calm, but I and David can sense the irritation in it too. Step-mother don't looks happy as well.She place her hand on Pop's clenched into fist one.

"Calm down, honey. She must have some work."