What he wants

Isabella snaps her eye shut for a moment or two angrily. She slams her hand not too loud on the conference table wearing a huge frown .

“ Is anything wrong ma ? ” Joseph inquires concerned .

“ why don't you mind your fucking business ? ” she snaps at him immediately regreting the manner at which she spoke to him .

“ phewww ....” She sighs, got off the chair and leaves the large conference room with Joseph tailing her carefully .

She led the way to the underground garage where Josh was in the car waiting, a loyal dog.

“ We are driving to my father's . please be quick. ” Isabella instructed with a straight face and gets into the back . Joseph had held the door open for her.

Isabella did not expect him to do that even before Josh did due to the manner she spoke to him.

He closed the door to join Josh at the front but she stops him.

“ Join me at the back. ”

With that , the ride began.

** D'embert Royale **

A man in his mid forties stood looking up to Shade who stood