'This is my first time seeing Mr. Diego Pérez in person,' Marco thought as he looked at both of them. 'Now that I think about it, Father and daughter are eerily similar.'
Lola inherited her father's eyes and attitude, but her late mother's beauty, hair, and beautiful curvature.
"Mr. Fernandez, please give us some privacy," Lola demanded, and Marco bowed and hurried out of the office.
"What do you want, Mr. Pérez?" Lola inquired, her arms folded.
The man known as Diego Pérez, had thick black hair, dark grey eyes that were surrounded by long lashes; a strong jawline with thin red lips that showed off a hint of a wicked smile as he spoke his next words, "Is it wrong for a father to come see his only daughter?"
"Don't give me that father and daughter crap, what do you want?" mumbled Lola, rolling her eyes.
"I see you're still fierce as ever," He said with a slight dark chuckle.
Lola hissed at him, "You didn't come here to ask how I was doing, did you?"
