Chapter 9

Pride

His words hit me. He speaks in a near monotone. I am about to open my mouth to respond when Dave already gets up from his chair. I watch him coming towards his daughter. He then carries the child in his arms.

A hurricane of emotion swirls deep within me as his words stop me cold. A passionate father-and-daughter relationship tied me up— it is just full of happiness and love and content. A strange mix of insecurity and jealousy washes over me. And I have no idea where it comes from and what it is even for.

I shake my thoughts off my mind. I rise from my seat as Dave gestures to me to follow him. Davvy is burying her tiny face against her father's shoulder. She glances in my direction and just like what she did earlier, she rolls her eyes at me. Not allowing myself to be drowned in irritation, I heave out a sigh.

As soon as we get out of the office, his secretary approaches right away with a thin smile.

“Lott, we are heading out now. Have you clocked out yet?”

“I already have, si