Me and my father are sitting on the breakfast table. In front of each of us there is a fried egg, a piece of toast, mushrooms, 2 strips of bacon, beans, and fresh strawberries.
"I decided what opportunity to take, I sent all the facilities a message." I say with my head held high even though I know he won't like the answer I choose.
"What did you choose?" He asks in a blend and non-interested tone.
"I chose to work for RAW, in India." I say.
"Intelligence work."
"Yes." I respond even though I know it's not a question.
I can see his neck starting to get a light shade of pink. My father doesn't get angry a lot but somethings bother him. I didn't care that he was angry though, it was my choice.
"Your mother died doing field work." He said, like I hadn't thought of that before.
"She did." Is all I say.
"I have lots of work to do." He says and then goes to his office.
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Melt his heart and hope it works (Mycroft's Daughter Fan-fiction)
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