I have to suppress a smirk at their anxiousness to clear the air. As much as it was fun to have them lavishing attention on me, it's just as fun to see them squirm when confronted by daddy. It's like bad boys getting their comeuppance.

But daddy's not in an angry mood, not anymore, simply setting the papers down on his desk and leaning against it while folding his arms.

“You really like talking to my daughter like that, huh?”

When daddy calls me his daughter, I feel a sense of pride almost. I can't remember him ever calling me that. I'm pretty sure he only calls me by my...