"Dad."
Seated on the couch of her apartment, she greeted the familiar sight of her Father who had just arrived.
Though he looked more like Amy, as his hair was blonde, the resemblance was still there.
Adorning a business suit, Rafael glanced around first before eventually, his gaze landed on his daughter.
"Rachel, I thought there was an emergency?"
"There is."
She solemnly spoke. At the moment, the lively demeanor of Rachel Asami was nowhere to be seen.
"Can you sit down? This will take a while."
Noticing the seriousness in his daughter's tone, Rafael resigned himself and sat beside her on the couch.
Shortly after, he asked.
"What's all this about?"
"Dad, why did you and Mom divorce?"
"...Is this what all of this is about? I thought I'd already told you. There was a disagreement—"
"Then why didn't you agree?"
"It's my company, Rachel. The Ashfields should've respected that."