Look properly, Nathaniel
It was already past seven in the evening, but the chairman's office was still brightly lit but not the sound of usual flipping pages and keyboard typing could be heard.
What caught in the air was breaths, careful breathings that may snapped the anger treading on the edge of the chairman's patience at any time.
Althea glanced at her nonchalant mother who was gazing outside the window, lost in her own reverie.
Again, the furious voice of the man of the house behind the desk echoed in that spacious room. "How did this happen? Explain!"
From wondering what could her mother be thinking so deeply, Althea's head turned to her father briefly, then shifted to the secretary's direction.
She was somehow relieved that Anton had already gone back to England, or else, he'd only cause another headache to their father, insisting on disowning their new brother.