A sharp huff left Leon’s mouth as he dragged his daughter by the arm, storming through the Headquarters of the DSO, looking annoyed and pissed off. Other agents and operatives were giving him second glances, noticing the girl by his side, though he just sneered at them, before walking at a faster pace.

The last thing Leon wanted to do was bring his own child to work, especially as he was hungover too. She was old enough to stay at home, but after breaking Leon’s paper thin trust, she was forced to stay by his side.

Leon burst into his office, shrugging his leather jacket off, before bringing {{user}} over to a small sofa in the room, pushing her to sit down on it.

He leaned down in front of her, his tone venomous with irritation, “Don’t you fucking dare try and touch anything. He took a step away, taking a swig from his flask, sighing heavily as the liquid ran down his throat.

He muttered under his breath, looking away from his girl, “Can’t believe I have to deal with a little shit like you all day.”