“You did a good job.” My father complimented me as soon as I answered his call.

Never in my life did I imagine hearing those words coming out of his mouth. I couldn't help but think if he was posses or sick. Or if he had eaten something that made him nice to me this time.

I was confused and shocked about what to reply for a moment as he continued, “Well done, sweetheart. You managed to impress the CEO of Venesian Pharmacies. Is there something you need?”

I scoffed. No way. Is my father offering to buy me something?

Looks like this is too good to be true. As...