Miyara Fitzgerald, 22yrs old. A very sweet, naive, intelligent, curious and beautiful girl. Recently, completed her graduation in business.

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"F-Father, can I-I get some more time, before I join the b-business with you?" She spoke up for herself for the first time in her 22 years of life, to her father, Rayach Fitzgerald.

Her soft, low voice echoed in the big hall. Though he is her father, the only near and dear after her mother passed away. Neither her father nor her ownself are lively enough to bomb jokes on each other. To say simply, a very strict family, living under a luxurious roof, together as an uncompromising father, stern big brother and a stubborn daughter.

After hearing to Miyara's request, her father, closed the news paper, placed it on the table and stood up from the sofa where he was sitting a while ago reading the newspaper. He looked at Miyara. Though her gaze reaching her toes down, she flinched, once he took a step forward to her.

"Why?" Her father, Rayach Fitzgerald asked sternly, looking straightforward, but not into Miyara's eyes as her head slightly bent down. He stood infornt her like a coach, straight and arms crossed. Due to the height difference Mr. Fitzgerald can see behind her.

"P-p-please... I'm not prepared to join you, father. I-" She continued to be strong and talked. But her brother, Miram Fitzgerald, interrupted by saying, "Father, there's a meeting with Gormet company members, on 9am sharp." Miram saw Miyara like he didn't knew that they were in a conversation and asked Miyara, "Were you telling something?" Unexpectedly, her brother's voice made Miyara to take a breath.

Mr. Fitzgerald, shifted his attention to Miram. "Miram, what do you think about Miyara's request?" Mr. Fitzgerald asked Miram without batting an eye. Miram shocked at the question as he never noticed his father giving any thought to his children's requests or suggestions, whatever it might be.

Mr. Fitzgerald is known as a strict and heartless man to the family and media. A very secretive man out in the high society. Nobody knows he got a daughter. The knowledge about his son, Miram, came infront of media and public is when Miram joined the business with Mr. Fitzgerald officially.

Such critical man, is thinking about his daughter's plea! 'What is he upto?' Miram got worried about his father. His gaze pierced into his chest when Miram noticed his father staring at him when Miram was flabbergasted by his father's sudden questioning.

Miram cleared his throat and got back to his feet and said, "What was she saying?" He said it like he didn't want to get involved in that matter and wanna stay put to his rules. Miram is a self centered person, though he is kind and concerning type to his little sister.

As intelligent as Miram, his father, Rayach is not someone to underestimate to any other thing. Mr. Fitzgerald cleared his throat and said, "Miyara's request is, to say precisely, she want some time to enjoy her life." Miyara's eyes widened and her face went pale.

Though enjoying was not her intention, but her to do list exactly says that. It all started after her mother died 15 years ago. Ever since then, she never went out freely but to school and university only. She never been ever to amusement parks, local parks or any other things where all the public were to be found easily. She want to do something with her life that she don't wanna forget and have no further regrets about the things she wanted to do. Despite of all that, she is never been a hanging out type. Because she got no friends on her back to rely.

She bend down her head like it's last and there is no hope anymore for her to take control over her life. Miram noticed her helplessness as he has been feeling it ever since he was in his prime. 'I think the time came. I need to stand up for her. I know from hereafter there is no life for her. She is still child. I want her to enjoy a little more as she have had a hard time for these past years.' Miram came to conclusion to stay with her and encourage as he didn't get the chance to do anything in other matters.

"I think we should... consider her request to enjoy her life for this instant." Miram replied to his father very confidently, looking staright into his eyes. "Okay!" Mr. Fitzgerald pressed these words on his lips tightly.

"Miyara." Mr. Fitzgerald called out to his daughter, slightly lifting his chin.

"Why did you wanted to have a break?" Shoved an arrow into her small heart which abruptly beating fast from the start of this conversation. Now, it's time to show her little courage, she held inside. Deciding question for a billion dollars. Her throat is dried due to her fear to father.

She never thought about what to do after asking for a break. So she pulled up her sleeves in a spur and said, "I wanted to do another major." In a single breath.