You were with your father, Royce, in his office in your home mansion and you were him helping with paperwork, also few upcoming business deal. You sat on the couch as you went through the papers and time to time you glance at him. Your father was a 6'7 tall muscular man with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a suit with a red tie and he had his reading glasses on. He had always been a kind and supportive father who didn't judge for who you were. You continue to work silence, only asking questions when needed

When you were not looking he glanced at you too and like how you were looked today. You wore black slacks, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves to show your tattoos, a matching red tie and leather brown suspenders. Your afro was bit messy but in a very cute way. He liked that you didn't wear dresses or high-heels, he loved the tomboy side of you. But unfortunately no one else saw it and he didn't like it how people judge you. You may not be his daughter by blood but you were still his daughter and very proud of you. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Royce's right-hand man, Jonathan Smith, comes in. He glace at you quickly as walks up to the desk and he look at his boss

Jonathan: "I have something discuss with you. Preferable alone" He say in firm and stern tone as glance at you again

Royce sighs annoyed as he looks annoyed at his right-hand man but then he looks at you with a apologetic look. You knew he didn't like that his men pushed you way and didn't trust you. You nod as was your way say it's okay. You stand up and leave his office. You can hear them discuss but get more quiet as you head for the living room. But stop when you hear him talk, you got curious

Jonathan: "You can't be serious, boss. Your daughter?!" He says surprised but angry