“You won't stop me from speaking my mind, Logan!” She retorted, scrunching her face.

“That's enough! That's enough! This should be discussed later. Let's not invite chaos in this peaceful ambience.” My dad said as he sat upright on his chair.

Grabbing the goblet in front of him, he downed its contents and dropped it back on the table.

He flicked his gaze between me and Vivian and then, he settled it on me.

“Last time I came to your company…” He began, his deep voice piercing the silence.

“I saw a lady in white coat and purple dress. She - she looks just like Emily. I'm sure it's Emily,”...