AUTHOR'S P.O.V
Natalie walked to her father's study her face dark with anger, who did Sebastian Yates think he was? He wasn't even in the presidential seat yet he acted so high and mighty.
"He declined the offer," She said putting the files on the table when something hot landed on her cheeks.
Slap!
Natalie held her face in disbelief, what did her father just do? Hit her? She was sure this was the first time she had received a hot resounding slap across the face and much worse, it came from her father.
"What did you just do Dad?" She asked her voice shaking as her eyes were slowly being blinded by the endless tears that kept rolling from her eyes.
"Cut the little show, Natalie, tomorrow morning you will have to go through the trouble of apologizing for what you did to that cold, unruly, and spoiled little brat, or else." He paused taking three mouthfuls of water.
