CHAPTER 91
Author: Nathan Emorey
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Brad's eldest daughters, Rose and Amber walked into the CEO’s office looking stunned. They both wore sexually provocative dresses that showed some private part of their bodies. This alone was a huge red flag to working in Brymid or any other professional company.

They walked in causally, admiring the CEO’s office. They too wondered why the CEO asked to meet them directly. But they did not give it much thought. Perhaps their daddy had arranged for them to receive special care.

Before Nathan could open his mouth to give them permission to sit, the two girls who were provocatively already chewing gum had grabbed the chairs and sat down. Nathan shook his head. This is what happens when a father gets too busy to instill moral values in his kids. They needed to be taught humility.

“Were you asked to sit, ladies?” Nathan asked them coldly. Clearly, they still had not realized that this was the very guy they insulted earlier that morning.

Quickly, they stood up and slightly appologi
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