A Problem

“Nobody is going to say anything about that night,” John snapped at Cordelia.

At the sound of the shattered glass, the housekeeper ran out hurriedly and got it cleaned up.

“Dad, aren’t you worried she is back? Did you know she was going to be back?” Nancy asked.

“Of course not, why would I know and still go ahead with what we did?” John asked.

Cordelia’s face was pale, like she had seen a ghost, as she was still shaken by the news.

“Mom, she is working with the Gary group now and most likely might take my job because she is the popularly known Vectra,” Nancy stated.

“What? Anna?” Cordelia exclaimed in shock.

“Don’t you need to call him? I mean, this was not what we bargained for,” Nancy said, looking at her father.

“I said nobody speaks about that! Did you hear a word I said? He is not someone to be taken lightly, and I am not going to repeat myself,” John shouted, standing up and walking away.

“Why is Dad so on edge?” Nancy asked, her brows pulled up in question.

“Nancy, look at me,”