Quarantine: Love From Home

QLFH: 17

Thursday, June 2021
8:35AM
Messenger

Mr. Fernnan:
Where are you?

Yllviena:
Dad? You're online. I'm in the Northern branch of Discretion Press, the facility where Sachika is working as an editor. Do you need something?

Mr. Fernnan:
'You doing there?

Yllviena:
As of the meantime, we are currently maneuvering and furbishing the private venue for our exclusive meeting with Eisenhoward Howard Flavionell de Mari tomorrow morning. We just got here an hour ago since I had to accompany two editorial staffs in processing their deed of sale and estate tax documents on the municipal accessors office.

As it was too late to go near the bank of Paco and visit your public conference earlier, I decided to assist them in setting up for our upcoming event here. I apologize about it.

Mr. Fernnan:
Leave that place. We have to talk.

Yllviena:
Talk through call? Right now? Wait, Dad, we are just about to begin our digital microtesting and technical pre-shoot for the entire venue. Can we do it instead during our mutual vacant schedule?

Mr. Fernnan:
Stubborn. You're not the only priority that I need to be spared with attention. Time is gold. I don't want you to waste it over those fetish things that only bring shame and impurity to our bloodline. Stop acting like an empty garbage bag waiting to be recycled by people who can pick you.

I did not raise you to become gross and disgusting infront of those people who cleanse our dignity and reputation as one of the upperclass influential families. Face our reality and quit acting adamant, Yllviena.

Yllviena:
Dad, there is still an ample of office excursions to wind up before leaving my colleagues and log the book out. I haven't even mailed any abrupt dismissal letter to our executive director and manager. My unconsented absence would lead to salary deductions for the next payout.

The official website of Discretion Press is on moratorium due to whole day technological maintenance. I could no longer reach any editorial officer in our head department aside from the contractual employees who are stationing at our press studio room.

Can we converse this later on, Dad? I'll be home before five.

Mr. Fernnan:
One more defiance and I'll definitely end it all here. You know I will not hesitate to reprimand disobedient people, not even my own child. Don't be the mortal reason why I regret the idea of adopting you as my daughter.

Your parents don't even wanna discover if you have a purpose to their home because simply, you were never made out of love, Yllviena.

Yllviena:
I'm leaving the building now.

Mr. Fernnan:
Good.

Mr. Fernnan Theoderick Sy is calling you on messenger.