My Psycho Boss. ( COMPLETED )☑️

CHAPTER THREE: STALKER PART 1

It's been two months since that dreadful day, since the meeting. And Susan could not be more greatful that she was off the hook or so she thought.

Two months ago she had presented her resignation letter to Miller out of fear but she was unable to provide a suitable reason for her resignation and he told her to hold on to it for now if she still wishes to work with them.

She had no hope of getting promoted though.

Susan hummed to the song that was playing on the radio: Save your tears by wekend. She couldn't wait to see her dad and her brother.

Since she moved to San Francisco she only visited them on important holidays, working with a big Conglomerate isn't a walk in the pack.

She drove into the small town. Fairy cloak, it was a small town where families knew each other and Fairy Cloak was as peaceful and calm as it's name.

Susan parked her black Aston Martin by the drive way. No teenage boy had jumped out of the house to gurgle his sister so she knew he wasn't home, probably in practice.

She got her bag containing her things and the presents she bought, most of it for her brother.

She already had a key. It was past four right now, so Susan knew her dad would be in his study right now. Heading over to the kitchen, she dropped the few groceries she picked before heading to her bedroom.

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His fingers graced the edges of the book, his ears perked as he heard movements in his house and with that he knew exactly who was in his house, his lips went up in a smile.

His son would never walk into his kitchen and there would be little to no noice. Normally, he would hit the fridge, and shut it loudly.

Shout his greetings then run up to his room, banging the door shut behind him.
After a few minutes, he knew someone was standing behind him, and he already recognized the faint scent of her perfume. His heart leaped in joy.

"I Know you're there" he finally said.
Susan smiled, walking into her dad study.

"Hey Dad" she hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and laying a small peck on his temples.

"Moonshine" he called her by the nickname he gave her when she was born.

Susan came around, standing in front of her dad, she leaned against the window planes that over looked the backyard garden, blocking his view of the garden.

" I thought you've forgotten that you have a family" Presley teased his eldest child.

" Oh come on dad, I call and I FaceTime" Susan immediately defended her self with an excuse.

Presley arched his eyes brows and Susan knew the look so well. She sighed.

"Fine... I'm sorry, I was too busy at the office" she finally admitted.

"- but, I'm here and I'm on leave, so I'll be spending my time with you guys for a long while... At least this weekend"

Presley just smiled, he was thankful that she was here. He knew how much is daughter works, ever since he became half a man she had shouldered on his duties, and no matter how much he tried to make up for it he couldn't.

After a while they spent talking about her life in San Francisco, her work, her brother Sam, Susan decided it was time to make dinner.

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Susan decided to make Lasagna, some mashed potatoes and garlic bread, and for desert she made her famous pie. it was her mom's recipe with a little modern touch she added to it.

She heard loud footsteps and the front door boomed open, Susan could immediately tell her brother's signature entrance anytime he's aware that she's home.