Mr. Obin remarked, with a smirk, "I heard you and my boss made a deal in which your daughter was a business item. Isn't it, Mr. Robert?"
Mr. Obin's words, delivered with a smirk, cut through the tension in the room like a knife. His insinuations about a supposed deal between my dad and Mr. Huston, where I was reduced to a mere business item, stung like an accusation.
I furrowed my brows, a mixture of frustration and indignation coursing through me. It was true that there had been discussions about this marriage for the sake of our family business, but the reality was far more complex than Mr. Obin's words implied.
'Yes, but it isn't the entire story. He's accusing my dad for no apparent reason. I want to marry his boss, and that is my decision,' I thought, silently reaffirming my commitment to this union.
