[Portia's POV]
"Father, you called me?" I open Anthony's office door and find him busy dealing with all the papers and documents on the table. I have a hard time finding his face because of all the piles of papers. Is he really a workaholic or is work just piling up lately?
"You've come, Tia?" Anthony stands up and looks at me through the piles of papers. "Wait there, I'll be right there! Ugh, why is all this paper getting in my way."
Anthony manages to reach me with extra effort and we both sit down on the couch, facing each other.
"So?" Anthony speaks first.
"So?" I repeat, find it hard to understand. What does he want me to talk about?
"How was your trip to Esterash? Did you have a good time there? Was there any particular problem?" Anthony narrows his eyes as if he is interrogating me.
