ZACH’S POV

"Yes, sir. I understand."

He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Good. Now, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are your intentions with my daughter?"

I swallowed hard, trying to collect my thoughts. "Well, sir, I’m currently still just a high school student. As for my intentions with Malia, I care about her deeply."

“Don’t be sassy with me, boy,” he had growled and I had hurriedly apologised.

He studied me for a long moment, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a cleaning kit. He placed it on the desk and began methodically disassembling one of the shotguns from the wall. "You see...