Zara's POV
I stood still and kept wondering who my 'special guest' could be. Fear is boldly printed on my face but I tried to hid iit and kept a straight face.
I slowly walked towards my office, waving to other colleagues I ran into at Intervals.
I got to my office door, stood still for a minute, staring at the door and anxiously thinking about who my 'special guest' could be.
I wanted to go back to the waiting room downstairs to distract my thoughts and calm down for a while, at least till I summon courage to enter my office.
"You look distracted Zara." I heard from behind me and fear gripped me. I regained conscious and noticed a hand was placed on my shoulder, I screamed and turned immediately to see who it was.
"You know you've not been filial. Isn't that why you're now scared to see your father?" My dad said pointing out his index finger straight to my face and wore a furious look.
