"Dad granted it, Nat, but if you ask me, I'm not comfortable with this idea of yours. Percepta is known for its high-class buildings and towers. What's with this sudden involvement with the gun industry?" His forehead creased with worry.

I almost laughed at his expression, but I felt it wasn't the right time for that. He's genuinely concerned, and joking might not be well-received now. He's serious, and if I tease, he might get upset. Not that I'm afraid.

"Then it's a deal, right? I'll get the contract for you to sign-"

"Natasha, I want to know why first," Lucas interrupted with a cold tone.

My mouth hung open...