Smells fishy - III
Leah was halfway through half of her tea when the door opened and her father walked in. He was in his business attire, meaning he was already out and about for the day and he had definitely come from his office.
"Good afternoon," He wished before taking a seat on the sofa next to her.
Overcoming her initial shock, she replied back to him. "Good afternoon."
It was definitely a surprise to see him here, on a Monday morning fully dressed in his office attire. He had been at the office, and there was nowhere that he had come home for an afternoon nap when her mother was not at home.
That simply did not happen with him. The only time he would come home was when her mother would ask him to, only then otherwise it was difficult to get the man away from his office and work.
Leaning his back on the sofa, he reached over to the pocket inside his jacket before taking out his phone and handing it over to her.
Leah frowned at it. "What's happening?"