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I took a last look around the four walls of OceansPlay. This place had gradually become a sanctuary where I could pursue my passion without any restrictions on who I had been born to. I inhaled a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked away.
My father might have won the battle, but the war wasn't over.
twenty
Felicity
I couldn't remember the last time I'd stepped foot into Blizzard Games. The luxurious interior decor was unfamiliar, the high lobby ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers. The atmosphere buzzed with a peculiar excitement that I was sure I would've liked if the circumstances were different.
I came to despise the place when I was sixteen, mainly because around that time, my father had begun toying with the notion of me working for him.
He was my father, and I was his daughter, so it should have been a given, right? I'd even encouraged the idea once upon a time. I would've been entirely comfortable sitting in the large office he'd offered to give me while barking orders left and right at my secretary.
But all that changed four years ago, when I realized that Stephen Wiley only cared about himself and his public image.
I took the elevator to his office floor, ignoring the shocked stares and whispers that followed me as I walked. I didn't blame them. In this industry, only the blind didn't know of my animosity with my father. Of course, no one knew the reason behind it, and neither of us bothered to advise them.
Once the elevator opened, I stormed past my father's assistant stationed just outside and opened the door to his office.
His head shot up, and a second later, recognition mixed with surprise crossed his face. "Ah. My dear daughter. How nice of you to visit me."
I crossed the spacious office, nearing his massive desk while keeping my gaze on him and my expression level.
"To what do I owe the surprise?" he asked.
"How did you do it?"
One of his brows rose, and he regarded me with a passive expression as he leaned back against his chair and spread his hands on the table. "You'll have to be more specific, sweetheart."
My nostrils flared at the patronage. I took in his languid form. The mighty Stephen Wiley was handsome for his age. At fifty-three, he was what young women considered a DILF. Gray hair ate into the sides of his temple, and dark hair was slicked back and brushed to perfection. Blue eyes the color of a troubled sky, thin lips, and a straight nose gave him that impressive aura that made it seem like he wasn't a day over forty-five.
But underneath that handsome canvas was the most selfish man I had ever encountered.
"How did you get the details of the game?" I demanded.
His gaze was calm, never letting anything away. Then he scoffed through a chuckle. "Was that what it took to get you to come here? If I had known, I would've done it sooner."
"Dad!"
"What makes you think you could walk into my office and question me?" His tone was sharp, the kind he gave to his business partners to indicate he had the upper hand.
"Obviously, the same thing made you think that stealing my game would get me fired."
The corner of his lips curved upward. "Did it work?"
I stared at him incredulously. "What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my God. Do you not think about anyone else but yourself? How selfish are you?"
His eyes hardened. "I am doing this for you. All of this," he made a gesture with his hand in the air, "belongs to you and your brother. This is years and years of hard work. I'm building a legacy that you both will run when I am no more."
Was he not hearing me? "I don't want your legacy! I don't even want to be your daughter. It is suffocating. I can't breathe." The last word cracked a little as I felt a sting behind my eyes. "I can't breathe knowing that you have expectations of me that I will never meet, nor will I ever want to."
"And why do you think that is? Huh?" He shot to his feet, banging his fists on the desk as he snarled at me. "Given that you're prone to making bad decisions, I'm not surprised."
Of course, he'd bring it up. I nodded, pursing my lips. "You know what? I've been avoiding this conversation for the past four years—"
He released a mocking laugh. "Again, no surprise there."
"—so let's have it. How is it possible that you managed to be both a shitty father and this insensitive at the same time?"
