Eighteen ➵ z.m. [Camp NaNoWriMo November 2015]

<6>Everything will fall into place soon.

I'm lying on my couch in the living room, catching up on the latest episodes of American Dad when a knock at the door startles me.

Quickly I get up, curious to see who was at the door. I haven't invited anyone over, but it wasn't like I had loads of friends to drop by unannounced anyways.

Walking to the door I peer into peep hole, to find my father standing outside of the door, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

A sigh erupts from my past my lips, and I swing open the door to let my father in.

"Everly," he acknowledges my presence before pushing past me into my tiny apartment.

I had made a shit ton of money working at Wilde Industries, but once I quit I lost my source of income and failed to find another job.

So far I had been doing okay, purchasing inexpensive items and paying rent for a one bedroom apartment.

Eventually the little money I had saved up, would run out and I would have to find another way to pay for bills and other basic living expenses.

"Let me go put on some clothes, and I'll be right back," I ask, shutting the front door and locking it behind my father.

I was dressed in a pair of grey shorts that barely surpassed my ass and a black camisole without a bra underneath.

Needless to say, that I didn't feel comfortable parading around my apartment in this attire while my father was present.

I would have put on some less revealing clothing, if I knew was going to stop by.

But like most of his visits, it was random and unsuspecting. I'm just hoping that he isn't here to tell me that he knows about my trip this afternoon to Caffeinated with Connor.

"Don't bother- I won't be here long," my father instructs.

I still didn't feel comfortable, but I knew better to argue with him, so I nod in agreement before leading him into the living room so we could talk.

"What are you doing here, dad?" I ask cutting right to the chase.

The sooner he said whatever piece he had prepared, the sooner he would be on his merry way and out of my hair.

"Do not be so forward," my father warns, his tone on voice was formal which was a dead give away to me that he was here to talk business. "It is very unattractive and down right off putting."

"Right. I'm sorry," I apologize even though I didn't care what he had to say on the subject.

He nods in acceptance before clearing his throat, a tactic he often used to make sure everyone was paying attention to what was about to come out of his mouth.

We were the only two here, and I was actively listening to him, but old habits die hard.

"As you can imagine this merger deal that Malik Inc. is offering us, is a one shot type of proposal," he starts. "John and Zayn are the ones who constructed this entire arrangement, so as of right now they are calling the shots."

This much I had already figured out, on my own accord, but I kept my mouth shut waiting for my father to continue with this speech.

"It is imperative that you don't do anything to upset John nor Zayn- you have already made a mockery out of yourself after failing to show up to dinner the other night," my father reminds me.

"I know, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I say in reassurance.

"You've done quiet a bit of damage control in such a substantial amount of time, which is excellent. I was talking with John, and for some unknown reason Zayn wants to work with you. He won't take no for an answer. Do whatever he asks of you, and don't fuck up this deal for my company. Unfortunately the entire future of Wilde Industries is riding on your actions and your actions alone. I won't have you running my entire empire into the ground. I've worked too damn hard, too long, for you to single handedly destroy my entire life's work."