Zayla fumbled for words. She had ruined his mood, and didn't know how to put her message across. How could she not control herself until Robin had agreed to help her father?
Now that she had succeeded in ruining his mood, she had no idea where to start from.
"Zayla, are you going to tell me, or I should forget about it?" Robin asked impatiently.
Zayla perked up. She went to sit on the table, blocking Robin's access to his laptop since he had already sat back in his executive swivel chair.
"Please, Zayla, I have urgent matters to attend to. Get a chair," Robin said in a slightly irritated tone.
Zayla walked around and sat on a chair in front of him while she said, "Darling, please, you have to help my dad."
Robin frowned. He hated for closed matters to be brought back to light, but then again, he was a little confused.
"Zayla, what kind of help are you talking about?"