Paul’s povOn the morning of the gala, I sat down while my tailor made sure my clothes fit. It would be a few hours before the gala would hit. My countdown was already clocking, and I was ready for the meeting time.My phone rang as I picked it up.“Yes?” I said.“Sir, we’re ready. We’re at the warehouse.”“And you all are in position?”“Yes, sir, we are.”“Good,” I nodded. “Very good. Make sure nothing goes wrong.”“I won’t.”A knock came on my door as I looked up to see my daughter, Sophia, coming in. I turned to the butler that was standing by the door and my tailor.“You two should leave.”With a bow, they turned and left as I turned to her.“What is it? Here to argue? Here to fight again?”“I’m sorry about the other night.”I scoffed. “You are always ready to fight, my daughter. I’m guessing you were mad at me the other…”“I’m not here to fight you,” she said, stopping me before I could continue. “I’m here to apologize so just hear me out.”I nodded and waved her to continue.“I
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