I sit at my desk, the stack of files towering in front of me. My phone keeps buzzing again and again, vibrating against the wood like a warning. And I already know who it is.
The screen lights up once more—Dad.
I silence the call and lean back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment.
It buzzes again.
Of course.
"Dad… what do you want now?" I mutter under my breath before finally picking up. "Hello, Dad."
His voice spills through the speaker—dangerously low, sharp enough to cut air.
"Arem. Are you ignoring me again?"
I loosen my tie, exhaling. "Dad, I'm not. I'm just busy."
"Busy being a secretary," he says, calm but deadly. And in this world, if there is one person I fear, it's my father—Mr. Aran Zyke.
"Dad… we already talked about this."
His tone doesn't change; that's what makes it worse. When he is calm like this, it means he is truly angry.
